I love princess stories, they are soooooooooooo much fun! So i decided to take a shot at writting my own one day. I hope you enjoy it! It's was fun to write and in alot of ways i feel like it's a little glimps of my own "princess" story! The Making of a Princess
By ~ Lydia Froemming
Slowly the small girl placed her small dirty hands under the gently flowing water. It felt so good, she rubbed softly, than a little harder, than as hard as she possibly could. With tears in her eyes she removed her hands and stared at them, just as dirty as ever, was there nothing she could do to wash away the awful dirt and grim? With a sad sigh she turned to walk away from the fountain, as she did so a finely dressed young man laughed at her calling after her retreating figure, “You’ll never get those filthy hands clean, you were born with dirty hands! You’ll never be any thing but a no-good beggar!”
With tears streaming down her face Reanna ran as fast as her small legs would carry her. She didn’t know were she was going, there was no were to go, maybe he was right, maybe she would wander the streets all of her life as a filthy no-good beggar. Collapsing beside a small stone fence she wiped the tears from her eyes with her dirty little hands and sighed, “I have no right to be any thing more than a beggar; I’m nothing, no body. Why would any one want to love me? I’m dirty and ugly, I’m small and uneducated. Yes all I’m good for is to beg on the streets.”
One fine day a magnificent knight rod into the small country village, he had an important announcement to make. Pulling himself up to his greatest height and looking as important as possible he slowly and dramatically read a proclamation from the King, “To All my loyal subjects……..My son and I will come to your village and choose a Princess from among your daughters. She shall be both Noble and Pure. Of good Faith, of Gentle Priceless Beauty, a Jewel among Jewels; Be ready for soon I shall come.” And with that the knight mounted his horse and galloped off to the next village. All the villagers gathered around to talk of the Kings visit, who would he pick, would it be one of their fine daughters? All the village girls ran off to ready themselves for the Kings arrival, they prepared there best clothes, practiced their most beautiful songs, and readied themselves for the coming of the King.
Slowly little Reanna, turned and walked away, what was this proclamation to her? The King would never choose her, she had no fine clothes to wear, her hair was dirty and matted, he dress torn. She didn’t know how to sing she knew no clever words or manners to impress the King. She was nothing only a dirty beggar girl. With tears in her eyes she realized that even if she had all the beauty of the world she had still done too many bad things to ever become a real princess. Why just that morning she had stolen an apple from a market women’s basket when she wasn’t looking. And not long ago she had broken a window in a rich man’s house.
The day came bright and clear, the King came tall and handsome, his noble son standing at his side. All the village gathered round, waiting for the King to make his choice. The village girls pushed and shoved trying to be the first to see the King, and trying not to ruin their fine dresses and extravagantly done hair. Suddenly a beautiful girl pushed her way to the front an ran towards the King, breathlessly she burst out, “ Oh’ King……why look any farther….for a princess…..when it is obvious that only I am worthy of the position you offer! For I am the most beautiful, accomplished, witty girl in your entire Kingdom! Look no farther, here I am!”
The King looked at the girl and said, “I have but one question for you, fair one, what makes a princess?” Without a second thought the girl laughingly replied, “why of course it’s what she lookes like and acts like, for if you don’t look like a princess, surely you can’t be a princess!” The King shook his head and all the other girls rushed near shouting out why they should be chosen, what their special gift was, and how their beauty far surpassed all the rest’s.
Soon the King grew tired of the noise and looking over the crowd say a small dirty little girl walking silently and dejectedly away. With a quick word to his son and a motion of his hand the small girl was brought to him. Bending down and looking lovingly and kindly in her face he asked, “What is your name precious child?” Frightened and ashamed of her poor, dirty appearance she fell to her knees crying. “Oh’ mighty King, I am not precious, I am nothing but the dirt of the street. Nothing but a poor little thief and liar; My name is Reanna, and I’m naught but the town beggar.” And with that she burst into tears. Gently lifting her he asked, “What have you to give, why should you be my princess?” Looking up into his kind face she wondered if he was mocking her, why should he ask such things? What had she to give? Nothing! Such was her answer, “All I have is sins and dirty hands.” She said holding her small hands out to him “nothing more, that is all.” And she once again hung her head in shame.
The King looked up with a smile. “I have found my Princess”, he said. She is all that I require, for she is of a humble spirit, and a beautiful heart. The making of a Princess is not on the outside, but rather what she posses within. The heart that knows it is nothing is the heart that pleases the King. For it is the heart that will show true gratitude and love for Her King.”
And with that the King mounted his horse with his new precious Princess seated behind him, and with his son and attendants rod off. Reanna looked back in wonder on the village and the life she had left behind. She didn’t understand why, all she knew was never before had anyone loved her like this. And that was enough; she loved her King and would follow him to the ends of the earth. She was a Princess, in the truest sense of the word.
