Chapter Two: The Best Laid Spells
- Part Two
- Part Two
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But Phillip did.
Had known since two weeks after they’d brought here here. Even at nine-years-old, he’d tracked her deep into the forest, determined to always protect her.
He wouldn’t fail her again.
Phillip sat up and watched as she appeared, as she always did, in the cottage’s lush garden. She was beyond words. Golden hair tumbled down the lithe curve of her back, wafting sweetly in the wind. Her skin was a perfect alabaster, unblemished by the sun hidden by the thick foliage of the forest. Her lips were a rosy red bow, forever curved into a pleasing smile.
He had watched her for years while he went on his travels. Stopping by the small cottage on his way to or from his adventures around his kingdom. Knowing better than to interfere with the fairies’ plans, he had protected her from afar, keeping an eye on the precious princess from a distance. Always careful never to let on that he knew where she was, so no one else would ever learn the sacred secret of her whereabouts.
It was enough that he knew. That he knew she was safe and sound, a beauty and treasure kept.
Satisfaction settled proudly as he sat back on his haunches. Sighing dreamily, he smiled as she opened her perfectly pursed lips to sing, each note lovely as it lilted to him through the leaves.
They’d never spoken. Never officially met. She’d never even seen him, hidden in the cover of the woods all these years. But they didn’t need words or actions. Their love was pure. Untainted and without flaw. Phillip loved the princess. Knew her as his. His betrothed. His destiny. His true love. She was perfection. A princess.
His princess.
Almost his.
In three days’ time, they would have their happy ending. And life, like she, would be perfect.
But until then, he thought as his lips curled. There was just enough time for one more adventure before beginning his happily ever after. He ducked quickly under the brush before breaking out into a fast, freeing run, tucking his fingers under his tongue before letting out a piercing whistle.
Samson burst out from between the trees, coming from his grazing at Phillip’s call. The prince of Starling Forest grabbed the horse’s saddle, swinging himself up onto his steed as Samson charged. He’d heard word of a sleeping monster at the far edge of his lands. And he was just the hero to rid the kingdom of that looming menace. Spurring Samson on, Phillip smiled in building excitement.
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