Today was it. The day she would meet her Prince. She didn't know if he was charming or not yet, so she didn't call him Prince Charming. She stood by the gates, at the side of her father, no mother as she had died giving birth to Arriana. "Do behave yourself, and be kind to this prince, Arriana." Her father spoke. "He's come a long ways to meet you, after hearing of your kindness." He almost lectured her. She nodded solemnly, her heart racing as the royal carriage slowly pulled up to the gates, townspeople watching from afar.
Kendit stood, leaning on his plow, watching a carriage of some sort arrive at the castle, which ran the kingdom he lived in. "I dare say the Princess is getting married." His neighbor chirped, and he nodded in agreement. He looked at the other side of the cobblestone road, to see a maiden, surely not a peasant as he, hiding her face with fabric from her dress. He sheepishly smiled towards her.