The Meeting

Millie's mother died that night. Milligan was left alone with his daughter.

"We'll be alright." He whispered into her ear every night,  to comfort himself and the part of her that could understand him.

When Millie was a little older, Milligan took her out at night, and showed her the stars.

"What are they, Father?" She asked.

Milligan smiled. "They are dreams, Millie. Dreams that came true."

And a long way away, a queen was telling a young prince the same thing.

Millie grew up. Her golden hair reached to her waist, and her blue eyes told stories of wonderful times, if you looked at them long enough.

Milligan's eyes told a different tale, but he watched his daughter with pride.

Caleb grew up as well. His emerald eyes watched a kingdom being run from his room in the tower. He watched his older brother learn to be a king, and he watched the commoners go to work every day. He spent most of his time watching.

"Your Highness?"

Caleb turned away from his window. A young maid stood in his doorway.


The maid bit her lip. "The queen would like to see you."

Caleb nodded. "Thank you."

The maid left. Caleb sighed, and took a final glance out his window. He saw a young girl with golden hair leaving her home. Then he turned and left.

"Yes, Mother?"

The queen was sitting on her throne, studying her nails. "Don't think I don't know you were staring outside again."

"What's wrong with that?" Caleb asked, confused.

"What's wrong with it is that you've neglected every one of your lessons to stare out your silly window." She looked up. "You could go to town if you just asked, you know."

"I have asked." Caleb shook his head, and felt his dark hair tumble onto his forehead. "You said no."

"That was before you utterly refused to do anything I asked of you." She sighed. "You have one day. You can go, and then you can come back and forget about everything else."

Caleb nodded. "Definitely. Yes. Okay. Bye!"

He ran out, before his mother could say anything else.

He ran to the stables, he ran his horse into town, to the other side of the city.

He almost ran into Millie.


The first thing he noticed about her was her shining golden hair. The second was her sparkling eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said, slightly dazed.

Millie blinked, glanced at his clothes, and the crown sitting haphazardly on his head. "Your Highness!" She curtsied. "I, I apologize for being in your way."

Caleb shook his head. "Don't be silly. I wasn't paying attention."

"Yes, your highness." Millie bowed her head and curtsied again. "I'll be on my way."

"Wait!" Caleb stopped her. He was enchanted by this girl and the stories in her eyes.

"Yes, your highness?" Millie looked up at him.

"Can I know your name?" Caleb asked, then he shook his head and corrected himself. "May I know what you are called?"

"I am called Millie."

"Millie." Caleb tried the name. It was plain, but it suited her.

"I really do need to go, Your Highness." Millie looked at the ground. He was very handsome, and she didn't dare let herself look anymore at him.

"I'm sorry for delaying you, miss." Caleb said.

Millie nodded, curtsied again, then hurried away, sure she would never see the prince again.

Caleb knew that too, but part of him hoped they would.

He rode away.

The End

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