his word and not only made sure that Blythe’s kingdom had the funding necessary for a teacher, but that Hollene received one as well. He was always heard to say that none of the teachers who had been hired were as good as Blythe.
Blythe still taught when she could, but for the most part stayed busy within her own castle. She and Nolan were often planning some big feast or party or celebration—anything to bring joy to their people, for they were determined to see their kingdom as happy as they were.
And they did. But how could they not? For this truly is a tale of a prince and princess who learned that the worth of the soul is so much greater than what is first perceived. Equality and love for all became the founding basis for their kingdom, and they learned to live by that quite nicely. So much so, they all lived happily ever after.
THE END
Next in the Jenni James Faerie Tale Collection:
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
CHAPTER ONE
“HELLO!”
Aleck looked up from snipping at the ornamental hedges in the palace garden to see Princess Cascadia coming toward him. He immediately dropped his shears and lowered into a bow. “Your Highness,” he said as he came back up to face the pretty dark-haired young woman. She looked exceptionally fetching today in a pale blue gown and matching ribbons.
She smiled and then stopped right in front of him. “Hello,” she said again, as she slowly twirled the white lace parasol behind her head.
He waited a moment for her to say something while his stomach did flip-flops. How many days had he watched the beautiful princess and wished for opportunities like this to speak with her? And yet, when they came, he had nothing to say. How does a simple gardener go about speaking with royalty?
She continued to twirl and wait, her grin growing.
Say something, you dolt! He swallowed nervously and then asked, “Would you like a flower?”
“A flower?” She looked at the hedge he had been pruning.
“No. Not from here.” He pointed out behind him. “We could pick one from the queen’s garden, if you would like. I know of some lovely daffodils that have just bloomed.”
“Oh! Yes, please.”
“If you follow me, I will show you just where they are.” He began to walk, and then when he noticed she was not with him, he turned around. Princess Cascadia stood in the exact same spot. Confused, he asked, “Would you rather I went without you and brought back a couple?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Good heavens, how was a man supposed to know what it is that women want? “Then you would not like to follow me?”
She chuckled, her laugh floating about her like tinkling fairy bells. “No, Aleck. I wish for you to lend me your arm so that we may go together.”
How could he be so thoughtless? “Of course.” He rushed to her side. “Forgive me.” Being so close to her, close enough to smell the lavender soap she used, caused his breathing to become quite erratic. He glanced down at her side and then slowly offered his arm, willing himself to act natural as she daintily placed the top of her gloved hand upon his. He gazed into those sky-blue eyes a moment, reminding himself to breathe.
He was holding her arm. Her hand upon his. Her waist a mere inches from him. They were together—truly together—for the first time. A warmth spread through him he had never known before, sending a concentrated group of tingles at their touching limbs. He grinned at her and then watched in amazement as she inhaled sharply.
This overwhelming feeling affected her as well! She could feel it.
Those eyes sparkled back at him. He was lost. Truly and foolishly lost.
Could she possibly think of him as he thought of her? Could the princess actually wish to be with a mere gardener?
A dog barked some distance away and snapped him back to the present. “Come, and we shall find the most enchanting daffodils for you.”
He took a step forward, and then another, half expecting her to turn around and run
Blythe still taught when she could, but for the most part stayed busy within her own castle. She and Nolan were often planning some big feast or party or celebration—anything to bring joy to their people, for they were determined to see their kingdom as happy as they were.
And they did. But how could they not? For this truly is a tale of a prince and princess who learned that the worth of the soul is so much greater than what is first perceived. Equality and love for all became the founding basis for their kingdom, and they learned to live by that quite nicely. So much so, they all lived happily ever after.
THE END
Next in the Jenni James Faerie Tale Collection:
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
CHAPTER ONE
“HELLO!”
Aleck looked up from snipping at the ornamental hedges in the palace garden to see Princess Cascadia coming toward him. He immediately dropped his shears and lowered into a bow. “Your Highness,” he said as he came back up to face the pretty dark-haired young woman. She looked exceptionally fetching today in a pale blue gown and matching ribbons.
She smiled and then stopped right in front of him. “Hello,” she said again, as she slowly twirled the white lace parasol behind her head.
He waited a moment for her to say something while his stomach did flip-flops. How many days had he watched the beautiful princess and wished for opportunities like this to speak with her? And yet, when they came, he had nothing to say. How does a simple gardener go about speaking with royalty?
She continued to twirl and wait, her grin growing.
Say something, you dolt! He swallowed nervously and then asked, “Would you like a flower?”
“A flower?” She looked at the hedge he had been pruning.
“No. Not from here.” He pointed out behind him. “We could pick one from the queen’s garden, if you would like. I know of some lovely daffodils that have just bloomed.”
“Oh! Yes, please.”
“If you follow me, I will show you just where they are.” He began to walk, and then when he noticed she was not with him, he turned around. Princess Cascadia stood in the exact same spot. Confused, he asked, “Would you rather I went without you and brought back a couple?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Good heavens, how was a man supposed to know what it is that women want? “Then you would not like to follow me?”
She chuckled, her laugh floating about her like tinkling fairy bells. “No, Aleck. I wish for you to lend me your arm so that we may go together.”
How could he be so thoughtless? “Of course.” He rushed to her side. “Forgive me.” Being so close to her, close enough to smell the lavender soap she used, caused his breathing to become quite erratic. He glanced down at her side and then slowly offered his arm, willing himself to act natural as she daintily placed the top of her gloved hand upon his. He gazed into those sky-blue eyes a moment, reminding himself to breathe.
He was holding her arm. Her hand upon his. Her waist a mere inches from him. They were together—truly together—for the first time. A warmth spread through him he had never known before, sending a concentrated group of tingles at their touching limbs. He grinned at her and then watched in amazement as she inhaled sharply.
This overwhelming feeling affected her as well! She could feel it.
Those eyes sparkled back at him. He was lost. Truly and foolishly lost.
Could she possibly think of him as he thought of her? Could the princess actually wish to be with a mere gardener?
A dog barked some distance away and snapped him back to the present. “Come, and we shall find the most enchanting daffodils for you.”
He took a step forward, and then another, half expecting her to turn around and run
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