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The Prince on the white horse

Once upon a time in a far, distant land, there was a prince. The land had a chilly climate and it rained often. The prince had been wandering around with his friends or alone for so many years already. Goalless, not knowing which way he should go, seeing nothing in the near future but him and his friends. In his knowledge he was happy with his life, because he didn't know what was missing. Didn't know that there was something missing at all.
The days passed by and the prince happened to be wandering around on his own again, when on the far horizon he saw a cute little castle. One that didn't catch his attention before. He rode on his white horse in that direction, leaving a little cloud of dust on the horizon. When he got closer to the little castle he could see the vague shape of a lady behind the window, brushing her hair. When he got close enough to the castle to see who it was he could see that she was the most beautiful lady he'd ever seen in his life. She was brushing her hair and staring out the window at him. He almost fell off his white horse, because he was so struck by her bright and shining beauty. The prince felt a little bit clumsy and tried not to blush.
This lady all of a sudden showed to him that there had been something missing in his life all that time. And all of a sudden he found the goal in his life: he wanted to make her his queen and take her back to his Land of the Moon and make her as happy as he possibly could. The prince saw her walking to the door and guided his horse in that direction, too. When she opened the door and looked up to him, he looked into her eyes. In her eyes he could see a reflection of himself. It was a reflection he'd never seen before. A reflection so complete, so happy. It was as if he saw a totally new, different version of himself. He blinked a few times with his eyes and the reflection disappeared, leaving the beautiful glance of her eyes to drown in. He managed, only just managed, to get a grip and reached out his hand. His eyes said to her that she was the only one he'd want to spent the rest of his life with and invited her to take his hand. She didn't hesitate for a second and grabbed his hand right away. He pulled her up on the horseback and rode off, into one of those thousand sunsets, back to his Land of the Moon.
Unfortunately, the prince seemed to have a little bad habit. He would just start talking about something, not to finish it, leaving the princess annoyed. But the prince sometimes had a reason to do so, because he knew some things that the princess didn't. And wasn't supposed to know, yet. And even if the prince didn't feel completely right with it, he just couldn't tell her yet, because it just wouldn't be right. And in his heart the prince hoped that she would forgive him when the time was right for her to know. And he wanted her to know that his endless, infinite love for her would never ever change. That's why he softly whispered those three words in her ear, eventhough he knew that they could hardly express how endless and how infinite his love really was.

The End