The First Tale

“Well, pretty dear, you will be the rose among daisies at the queen’s gathering.” Old Jana complimented while finishing tying the dress of Princess Primarosa.

“Goodness, old Jana! I only want to tell stories to the queen and her ladies in waiting, not to have a beauty contest.” She laughed. “I might just blend into the background and not get noticed.”

“That is on you, princess. But do not say I told you so, and I would sell my soul for this—you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! Sweet little maiden and a spirit like an angel, I am greatly honored to be at your service.” Primarosa reddened from the old lady’s praises. “No wonder those rumors of Prince Azlan’s affection for you flew like a blizzard.”

“What?” She reddened deeply like a cherry, with lilac eyes that brightened in shock.