The Princess

She walks into her new home in a strange land and a strange place, but its ivory beauty is like a balm to her nerves.

She walks in gold, and carries herself like a queen with nowhere to be. The music of strings weighs heavier than the air, and it pools on the ground in such a way that she has to wade through it, leaving a shimmering trail behind her.

She’s nearing the throne now, and wonders what the stranger would think of her. Though she’s beautiful, in truth she has nothing but herself to offer, and is a little afraid that she isn’t worth the other’s expectations.

Quite suddenly, she’s standing in front of the stranger – the king, the one she’ll call ‘family’ in this strange land she’ll eventually call ‘home’, and she’s overwhelmed with a fragrant blend of myrrh and aloes and cassia.

The sweet smell of perfume extends its hand from the throne, and when she takes it she’s no longer a princess but a queen, one that has found the place where she belongs.

Advertisements

One thought on “The Princess

Blah blah blah

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s