Friday, January 20, 2012

Her Father, The King

She ran as fast as the wind could take her. As tears streamed down her cheeks, the tightness in her chest grew. It was as though the pain in her heart was making it hard for her to breathe. But she knew that once she saw him, she would feel much better. So her legs kept running as she burst into the great hall.

She stopped immediately in her tracks. Taking in the majestic beauty of the place. But when she saw her father, sitting on the throne, the young princess sprinted towards him and threw her arms around him.

Through the tears, she choked, "He lied to me. He doesn't love me, he doesn't care."

"Now, now," her father replied, as he held her tight.

But the pain did not stop. It was too painful to bear it alone.

"Everything is going to be alright. If he doesn't love you, or care about you, I do. And that is all that matters my sweet child," her father continued as he stroked her head gently.

"But I've been a bad girl," the princess quickly replied, as she knew she was not the best daughter she could have been.

"It does not matter, you will always be the apple of my eye," her father whispered, as he dried her tears and smiled.

The princess gave a weak smile as she hugged her father tighter. His big strong arms and warm body, made it so much more comforting than the cold winds that greeted her when she ran.

She was right where she belonged, and she didn't want to leave. As she closed her eyes and let her restless heart go to rest, she fell asleep, without dreams to disturb her quietened heart.

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