"Is it a dream?" I thought to myself.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
In this stroy a servant's daughter dreams of becoming a princess. Her one quality makes this happen. Read the full story to know how.

Submitted: April 15, 2013

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Cautiously picking up my black silk gown that my kind neighbor had lent me, I stepped inside the huge Palace second time as the heavy brass door opened before me. The enormous sparkling chandelier that was suspended right in the middle of the deluxe hall yet again dazzled me while the huge pillars and glassed windows caught my eye once again.

Amazed, I slowly began to inch my way through array of gorgeous ladies wearing the most ravishing dresses I had ever seen each clutching a pot with the flower lovelier than other in the most varied forms and colours. I, alone stood there hopeless with an empty pot feeling as if I were the most insignificant flea in a dog’s collar. This  was when memories of what happened 6 months ago began to rush through my mind.

“A ball at the Palace?”  I questioned blood electric in my veins due to excitement.

“Yes! Prince Harry has invited girls from all over the kingdom so he could choose the future Empress” Nora, our neighbor answered me. I jumped out of my bed and began to browse my dress bag. Of course, a farmer’s daughter does not have a wardrobe.  Everything was either too old or just torn.

Thinking this was my last chance to spend a few happy moments near the prince as he would move out after the marriage, I decided to go to Palace at any cost so I borrowed the dress from Nora and reached the Palace at the given time

“I will give each of you a seed. I six month’s time the young woman who brings the loveliest flower will be crowned my future wife” the Prince challenged. I brought the seed home and planted it in a pot for I believed that the flower will grow as big as my love for the Prince but no shoot appeared in 3 months. I took it to numerous farmers, tried every fertilizer and every method but all to no avail. What I faced was mere disappointment.

“Good afternoon Ladies!” Prince’s grave voice knocked me out of my thoughts. I quickly regained my composure and compromised a smile.

“I will be taking a round of your plants now” he announced. My hopes dashed to the bottom of an indescribable cliff and my heart sank, deeply and gradually as if a huge weight had been placed over it, as I looked at my empty pot. Desolation hit me with crippling strength.

The tiny flame of the single candle of hope had been blown out for quite some time now.  I was here today just to see the Price last time, my eyes began to go blur as I accepted this reality.

Soon the round was over. Prince had inspected each one of the pots with utmost care.

“It’s time for results now” the Prince announced.

I heard my name.

 Startled, I stood there, rooted to the spot. My brain clearly defied what my ears heard however, the only thing that made me believe this was the silent stares of everyone.

 “This young woman was the only one who cultivated that flower that made her worthy of becoming the empress: the flower of honesty.  All the seeds I handed out were sterile, and nothing could ever have grown out of them."

“Will you marry me?” the prince proposed me as he got down on his knees and asked for my hand.

“Is it a dream?” I thought to myself.


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