Once upon a time
There was a beautiful peasant
With a golden mane like that of the lion and caramel skin kissed by the blazing sun
As beautiful as the peasant was, none in the kingdom dared to approach and ask for a hand in marriage
The peasant noticed and wondered what they had done to deserve the treatment
of a rat with the plague.
The peasant decided to reflect on what they had done and headed into the forest.
Days passed and still the peasant couldn't think of anything.
The peasant thought they were doomed to live life alone for the rest of eternity
But right before they put an end to it, there came a sweet voice from the wind
The peasant followed, trying to find this hidden flower
A man stepped from behind the tress, his cheeks flushed as the sweet apple,
eyes so wide they could contain the oceans in them, and lips as soft as the touch of a rose
He cried out and professed his love for the peasant
He revealed that he was a prince from a far away land who had heard of such beauty and grace
Something shifted within the peasant's core
How could the prince love them? Was it a trick? It couldn't be possible, right?
The prince cupped the peasant's cheek in his hand
The peasant could not resist and melted into his hand
Eyes closed and with nothing but the talk of the river and feel of each other's spirit
The peasant leaned in and kissed the rosy lips
Upon realizing what had happened, the peasant worried and pushed away from the prince
What had they done? If the peasant was hated before, they would be now.
Sensing his lover's plight, the prince embraced the peasant and whispered so lowly, even the wind had to quiet down
"Do not worry love, for my people and I do not care of your gender or class. Come, serve my people and I, as their King and my husband'
Tears spilled from the peasant's eyes. How could he say no? He had finally found someone to love
With a crooked smile, the peasant allowed himself to be swept up and carried off into the sunset
Where he could finally live in peace with the man he called his love