Peasant…Or Princess?- Chapter Eight

The same thing happened on the next night.

On the night after that, I came again. Again, I knew the song. I sang once again. But something different happened this time. I felt like my feet picked me up and made me dance and twirl in the moonlight. I danced exquisitely. The boy heard. He turned around. He laughed. “You’re beautiful”, he called out to me. “So are you!”, I called back. He laughed and started to play and sing a glorious, happy song as we danced, laughed and sang, leaving ourselves in the darkness.

Each night, I would go down to the babbling brook. Every time, I left myself behind and became a dancer and a singer. And it was perfect.