“Princess, why are you crying?”
I was being immature, I know. But that ball was the only thing in my life that made me truly happy. I used to love throwing it in the air, and watching it glow like a miniature sun. Of course, I was devastated when it fell in the water. Solid gold, decadent but impractical, it sunk like a stone.
“Would you like me to fetch it for you?”
It took him some time. My toy was heavier than he was. I would wait while he struggled with it and pour my heart out to him when he rested.
I’m ashamed to admit I started to wish he wouldn’t succeed. Our visits had become far more important to me than a child’s plaything, but it was my excuse to keep coming back.
When he finally dragged it up to the surface, I kissed him. Out of gratitude, and fear that I might never get the chance to express my affection.
But then he disappeared. I didn’t understand. I thought he had simply run away. Had I offended him? Did he think I was a silly girl? A foolish human who wanted the impossible? Afraid I had lost him for good, I started sobbing harder than ever.
But then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I found myself staring into the bright green eyes of my golden prince. He kissed my tears away, and whispered in my ear.
“Why are you crying, Princess?”
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