Prince Armine became enamored by the farmer’s daughter when still a boy.
Angelica’s gentle, frail features glowed in sunlight. Her curly blond hair swirled like a halo as she smiled sweetly to everyone. Twice a day her tiny frame carried two large buckets of water up the steps. Each afternoon, she heaved hay bales over the fence to the waiting horses.
Armine only saw her delicate beauty.
When Armine came of age, Angelica happily accepted the Prince’s marriage proposal. On the road to their honeymoon, a highwayman stopped their carriage. The Prince pushed Angelica behind him. “Be safe my frail flower,” he instructed, gamely brandishing a pitiable dagger.
“Darling, please!” protested Angelica.
“I’ll protect you!” he squeaked.
Angelica shoved him aside with shocking strength and disarmed the bandit, hauling the burly rogue off his feet by his own axe.
“My delicate flower!” blustered Armine.
Standing upon the highwayman’s neck, she hauled Armine off his feet and kissed him gently. “Be good to me, my prince. This flower has thorns…big ones.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-18-2017/