I stood in the emerald glen overlooking the tranquil panorama of Summersvale waiting for my handsome hero to approach. The fragrant scent of lilacs and roses was in the air.
“Oh,” I mused , my heart skipping a beat or two as I heard a familiar grinding of wheels on the sand grained earth of the vale. “Looks as though my lord Jaques has gained knowledge of how not to be tardy!”
Jaques St. Clair, the lord of Summersvale stepped down from his regal chariot looking as majestic as the day I first saw him. I often dreamed of him, coming to rescue me battling dragon and demon as he did.
“Oh, a young mind’s whims,” guffawed old mother Phoebe whilst I had shared with her these fantasies. How could she be au fait with the apprehensions… nay, the excitement of heart in love?
“Oh,” I mused , my heart skipping a beat or two as I heard a familiar grinding of wheels on the sand grained earth of the vale. “Looks as though my lord Jaques has gained knowledge of how not to be tardy!”
Jaques St. Clair, the lord of Summersvale stepped down from his regal chariot looking as majestic as the day I first saw him. I often dreamed of him, coming to rescue me battling dragon and demon as he did.
“Oh, a young mind’s whims,” guffawed old mother Phoebe whilst I had shared with her these fantasies. How could she be au fait with the apprehensions… nay, the excitement of heart in love?