Who does that?I mean, seriously, who?Maybe I should explain…
Jared was a prince. A real, bonafide prince.The ‘son of a real king and queen’ sort ofprince.I know it probably sounds awesome, and formany years, for Jared, it was.Friends. Tutors. Travel.But recently, it had become, well, a pain.Stay with me, children, I shall tell all…Jared had ‘come of age’, which, in normalyou-and-me speak means he was old enough to get serious about finding The One.*cue romantic music…Now if it was us, we’d probably design aheart-stopping page in the ‘Swinging Singles’ or, depending on our age, maybethe ‘Sagging Singles’.Or get a cute puppy and appear at the park.Jared didn’t have those options.I mean, there really isn’t a dating site forthe ‘Stately Singles’ or ‘Stuffy Singles’ whatever it would be called.Nope.Jared was stuck with the girls his parentsmanaged to find among their Rolodex (Google it) of royal friends.Most of whom he’d known since childhood.Can we just say none appealed and leave it atthat?He searched.Oh, my yes, he searched. Austria, Italy,France and the many and varied countries of continental Africa elicited no onewho even remotely appealed.He even put on his galoshes and winter coatand huffed and puffed his way across Canada.And we all know just how attractive thoseCanadian girls can be!Ahem...But still no one seemed to strike that spark.Or if they did, they couldn’t prove they were ‘royal’.(Or at least ‘royal’ enough to suit hisparents…)Yep. Jared was in a pickle.One evening, as he and his parents stood onone of the myriad balconies bedeck-ing their palace, enjoying the awesomelightning display accompanying a Hollywoodish rainstorm, there was a knock attheir royal door.Jared and his parents frowned.“Maybe it’s a princess come to look for me fora change!” Jared said.They all laughed.Just then their Major Domo, Domo, came to thebalcony entrance.“A young lady has been caught in the storm,”he said. “She says she’s a princess and seeks shelter.”“But of course!” the queen said quickly.“Bring her in!” the king added as he usheredhis family inside.Domo disappeared.“Wouldn’t it be amazing if she turned out tobe…erm…amazing?” Jared asked.“And a real bonafide princess,” his motheradded.“Yeah. That.”Just then a young lady appeared in thedoorway, with Domo behind her.“Here she is, your majesties,” he said,bowing.She was a rather sodden young lady, whoselong, red hair hung in dripping hanks down what looked to be aformerly-pristine, decidedly expensive crystal-beaded dress.She sank into a deep (and shivering) curtsey.“Your Majesties,” she said in a very polite, decidedly royal way.No, I don’t know, either. It just sounds good.Then she gave a massive sneeze.“Oh, excuse me!” She dabbed delicately at hernose with the back of one dripping wrist.“Oh, my dear, you must be frozen!” the queendeclared, rushing forward. “Domo!” she waved a hand. “Prepare a bath in the RedRoom and fetch some dry garments!”The man bowed and left.“Come, dear,” the queen went on. “Let us getyou clean and warm!”The girl stretched quivering, blue lips in asemblance of a smile. “I am so sorry to come here alone and unannounced. But mycarriage shed a wheel at the bottom of your drive and my driver sent me on tokeep me warm and safe.” She looked down and smiled a little half-smile. “Itwasn’t raining then.”“Well, never you mind,” the queen said. “Let’sget you warm and comfy!”She put her arm about the shivering girl and steeredher toward the doorway.“Now, tell me, my dear,” the queen said asthey stepped out into the hall. “Domo was saying something about you being a…”Their voices faded.“…princess?” the king finished the queen’ssentence. He looked at his son a moment. Then grinned and waggled his eyebrows.Jared was staring at the doorway where thegirl (and his mother) had disappeared.“Son?” his father said.Jared blinked. “Is there really a silly rulethat says I have to marry a princess?” he asked.The king laughed. “I’m afraid so. Why elsewould you have been charging all over the globe these past few months?”“Why, indeed.”I don’t know about you, but I think I’m seeinga whole love-at-first-sight sort of…thing.Who’s with me?Meanwhile, down in the Red Room’s dressingroom… (The dressing room of the Red Room? The big room’s little room? Oh, nevermind.) …the girl was happily (and modestly) soaking in a tub of hot, soapywater.At the same time, the queen was directing avast army of servants in the placement of 40 mattresses atop the Red Room’sbed. The bed in the Red Room? Belonging to the Red Room?Why am I having so much trouble with this?Did Twain have this kind of distress? Or Dr.Seuss? I think not.Moving on...Unbeknownst (Oooh! Good word!) to thepile-ers, the queen had first placed a small, ordinary pea under the bottommattress before the ‘pile-ing’ began. A pea that was now covered by, not 1, but41 mattresses!I know. Weird, right.I guess she had her reasons.Maybe she wanted to pre-pea the bed? *snort*Sorry about that.I digress…When the girl emerged from her bath all warm,glowing and with her hair newly cleaned and arranged, the queen gasped.Even in borrowed nightclothes, she truly wasbeautiful.Some people are like that.“Daphne, your bed is ready,” the queen said,patting the pile of mattresses.Oh, right. I forgot. The girl had told thequeen her name.Daphne.Daphne blinked, but obligingly climbed theladder to the top, then snuggled down into the soft blankets.“Have a good sleep, Dear,” the queenwhispered.But Daphne was already there.The next morning, a smiling (and totallyrested and happy) young face appeared at the breakfast table.“Good morning, everyone!” Daphne sang outcheerfully.People do that…in stories.The king, queen and Jared looked up andsmiled. The king and Jared rose to their feet and Jared reached for her arm ina gentleman-ly ‘let-me-be-attentive’ fashion.“Oh Daphne, my sweet girl, it’s so nice to seeyour bright smiling face at our breakfast table!” the queen said graciously.She patted the chair beside her. “Please, dear. Come and sit next to me!”Jared led her over and released her arm.Daphne sank into the proffered chair.The queen smiled and pressed Daphne’s hand.“Now my dear, tell us how you slept. Every detail!”Daphne smiled back. “Like a dream,” she saidhappily. “I can’t remember when I’ve slept so well.”The queen blinked and frowned slightly. “Oh.Really? Well that is…wonderful.”A sudden chill seemed to fill the room.Ignoring it, Daphne chirped happily on. “Yes.I think I could happily sleep on a stack of mattresses for the rest of mylife!” she said.“Oh. Well, I’m not quite sure…” began thequeen.“How we’ve missed meeting you all this time,”Jared broke in. He smiled warmly at the girl. “I think this is the beginning ofa beautiful relationship!”Okay, yes you’ve heard something like thatbefore.Go with me on this…Well what did you think? That placing a peaunder 40+ mattresses was going to make a bit of difference? I mean, I’ve sleptlike a baby (or like a teenager because we all know babies don’t sleep) with atree root under my camping mattress.Jared and Daphne were soon an ‘item’.Then quickly moved from there to ‘affianced’.The queen confided to Jared the whole ‘41mattresses and one pea’ story the evening before his wedding day.When he asked her why she merely shrugged.“Mother always told me that a true princess should be as delicate—andbruise-able—as a rose petal.”“Well that’s stupid,” Jared said. “How couldshe withstand the rigours of life?”You’re probably wondering what rigours aprincess/future queen would have to withstand?All I have to say is: childbirth...And you know what? It wasn’t important if shewas a ‘real’ princess or not because to Jared, she was his princess.And that’s all that mattered.
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