Why couldn’t his father just understand? Proteus wanted to marry a girl for love; not because she was a princess または had royal connections. Who cared if the royal bloodline was “pure” または not? The amount of balls his father had held in the hope that at least one princess might take his fancy didn’t くま, クマ thinking about.
“Why can’t I fall in 愛 my own way?” Proteus muttered, leaning his arm on the window frame and staring out into the village beyond. He had never been allowed to go there; as a child he had been told that it was a dangerous place, but now he was an adult his father still hadn’t lifted that ban. There had to be some normal people out there who believed in marrying for 愛 as he did. Palace life could be so boring. One 日 he was going to have to break the rules and break free from his father’s firm hold.
Even as he was thinking this, Proteus became distracted によって something. No, not something, someone. Someone was 歌う outside; a woman. He turned his face to the window and stared. The most beautiful young woman he had ever seen in his life was walking down the street. She had pale skin with a rosy tint to her cheeks, and long dark hair in a ponytail, tied with blue ribbon. Her eyes were wide and hazel and her lips were a soft ピンク ブッシュ colour. Her voice was soft and beautiful; not too high pitched, not too low; she sounded like a professional singer. She wore a white ブラウス beneath a blue pinafore dress and an エプロン wrapped around her waist, with black flat shoes on her feet. She swung a basket from her hands as she passed; Proteus looked down and spotted several 本 in it. So, she liked reading. That was good.
He found it almost impossible to tear his eyes away from her. She was so beautiful; もっと見る beautiful than any princess he had ever laid eyes on. It took him all his self control not to suddenly leap from the window and follow her down the street. When she was finally out of sight, he tore his gaze away from the window. His ハート, 心 was hammering in his chest. He had to see her again.
His mind was made up. Tomorrow he was going to the village; whatever it took.
Meanwhile, in the village, Belle, the daughter of the town inventor, was on her way to the bookshop to return her 本 and to visit her only friend; Giselle, the bookseller’s daughter who also made dresses in her spare time.
“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss...” Giselle sang, dancing around the bookshop. “Oh, hi, Belle!” she added as door opened and her friend came in.
“Good morning, Giselle,” Belle smiled. “I’ve come to return the 本 I borrowed.”
“Finished already?” asked the bookseller, taking them from her in amazement.
“Oh, I couldn’t put either of them down!” Belle sighed, climbing up the ladder to the 上, ページのトップへ of the shelf. “Have あなた got anything new?”
“Not since yesterday!” the bookseller laughed. “Although, we do have some new 本 coming in on Thursday, but not before, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, that’s alright. I think I’ll borrow...this one.” Belle said, plucking one from the shelf.
“That one again?” Giselle grinned.
“You’ve read that twice already!” chuckled the bookseller.
“Well, I can’t help it; it’s my favourite; all about a prince who falls in 愛 with a peasant girl and when he finds out that she returns his feelings, he defies all the laws of his kingdom just to be with her; even risking his own execution. But their 愛 prevails and it has a happy ending. It’s filled with daring sword fights and set in a far off place and at one point the prince disguises himself as a peasant; it’s so exciting!”
“Well, if あなた like it all that much, it’s yours to keep; I insist.”
“Oh, thank you, sir!”
“Oh, how romantic!” Giselle sighed, twirling on her heels. “I’d 愛 to meet a prince like that someday!”
Belle laughed. “Someday, Giselle!”
“Yes, someday, Belle, our princes will come! あなた just see if they don’t!”
“I doubt a prince will come for me, Giselle!” Belle laughed. “But thanks anyway!”
