Spoiler
I wrote a series of bedtime stories for a girl I enjoyed. She's gone, but the words i wrote for her aren't.
Along time ago, before even history could remember, there lived a great king. He was a peaceful man, kind and old, if not nostalgic at times. His people loved him none the less. Although they loved him, they often became frustrated with his absent mindedness. Many times he would stare off through the windows of his grand castle and start to hum. When asked what he was doing he would simply reply that he was remembering.
Most did not know that the king was remembering the days of being a restless young man. He did not sleep well those days and would often have a young servant girl sing him off to sleep. It was a soothing melody, capable of putting even the fiercest beasts at rest.
A day came in which the girl’s mother took her far from the kingdom, never again to sing the king to sleep. The king was sad at this, but at the same time overjoyed to have heard such a melody!
The old king fell ill and felt his days quickly coming to an end. He refused many doctors, knowing that he had lived a long, prosperous life. His advisors however, urged him to name an heir to the throne. After some time he finally agreed. Restless as ever, he set a challenge to name the next heir.
Word was sent throughout the land that any maiden who could sing the old king to sleep would inherit the throne. Many women of noble descent arrived to take the king’s challenge, but all were sent back, for their songs were shrill and arrogant.
The king grew weary of it, none of the maidens could put him to rest and his time was nearing an end. On his death bed the tired old man agreed to see one last maiden. His servants brought to his bedside a dirty pauper. She did not introduce herself but did not hesitate coming to his bedside.
She began to sing a melody so beautiful that it brought tears to his weary eyes.
“I have not heard such since I was a young man. I now know that you are the one,” Said the king with a joyful smile, “You are the little girl who would sing me to sleep, the one true heir to the kingdom, for you are my only child.”
The pauper maiden let joyous tears fall from her eyes and continued with her song. In no time the king was asleep, a smile on his lips, never to wake again.
