I can see myself in Kathmandu in this room. (maybe the palace)
The walls area bit of a mucky red and a light brown color. The curtains are made of fine red silk hanging on a window that is just a whole in the wall with no glass. I can smell the night air. There a just a few billowy clouds in the sky but there are only covering a part of the moon, allowing instead a bright light that glows illuminates the atmosphere with its soft romantic glow. This is my first night here.
I take a deep breath.
I am so nervous about what is to come. My prince has rescued me form the pain and suffering of this world.He has taken me to a marvelous sanctuary. Will I be allowed to stay here? I wonder to myself as I walk gracefully over to the window,
and place my arms on the sill allowing my chin to rest in my left hand. Will I be able to hang on to love? Will my imperfections be overlooked by him. Or wil he see everyone else and send me away.
These thoughts run through my busy mind. Here I am in a peaceful place yet I cannot feel peace because I am worried about what he will think.
I have not met him yet. The only thing I know is his name.
I look out to the water that is down below. My prince has gone out to take a swim into the water. I see him walk his way up to my peaceful chambers.. I am lost in doubtful thoughts once more when suddenly I am brought back to reality by a woman who is not much younger than me. Her face is darkened by a poor life yet she has soft skin. She is dressed in finer servant clothes. She apparently is my maid. “young princess” she speaks to me as she bows, ” the prince would like to know if you would be in need of some company this night since it is your first night here.”
” I would love some company.” I speak to her as I lift her head up.” There is no need to bow to me. We are not sure if I will even be ale to be the princess. He has to choose me first.”
Her eyes fill with tears.
” Princess, you are so compassionate to me. I am a mere servant. But, why do you have so much doubt in the prince’s love for you.”
” I am sorry we have never met so I cannot have much faith in this. I do not know this prince.
She smiles at me, then speaks.
” The prince’s word is true. You can always trust him. Now I will go tell him that you are ready for him if you would like.”
I shake my head up and down for a yes.
She bows at me then speaks, “namaste dear princess.”
She turns with a nepali grace and walks out the entrance to my still unfamiliar room.
I walk back to the window and breathe in the fresh air. Nervousness has taken over my body. My hands shake as I touch the silky red curtains. They are adorned with gold trimmings. The fabric feels so soft against my pale white American skin. There is a soft knock at my door and this handsome dark skinned man walked in. I had seen him through pictures.
He walked in and sat on one knee before me.
” My dear princess, thank you for gracing me with your presence.”
This was coming from a prince. I was frozen with amazement. How could this wonderful fairytale be happening to me.