Every time Nysa’s father introduced her to a striking gentleman from a royal family, in the hope that she may approve one of the many eligible bachelors presented, her mind raced back to one familiar face.....one familiar name, Marquiz.
Each of the many men she met, were full of graces, achievement and chivalry. They opened doors and pulled chairs for her. Each of them was a cut above the other. But none of them held her gaze. Either an ease of familiarity or a mystique in personality was what lacked. But then she wasn’t quite sure of what she wanted in any case.
Must the heart always wrench for the unattainable?
The only daughter of the king as she was, her father was anxious to find a fitting groom who had the capacity to hold the reins of an empire into whose crafting had taken up his entire life. As each father, poor or rich, he too wanted his daughter to have the best of everything. She was free to choose from any kingdom, any man, irrespective of his class or standing. A princess, she was after all!
She had seen him exactly three years ago, when she accidentally chanced upon a less frequented passage in the castle. He was oddly different. Something that spoke of power in his eyes. Something regal in his posture. Something she was unused to seeing.....Enigma?
As it often happens with an infatuation, his was a face she couldn’t forget for some time. The fact that this ‘some time’ extended for a couple of years was alarming. Even worse was the idea, that she unwittingly took each opportunity she could get, at learning every little detail about him.
His name, his family, his gallantry, his story.
As days passed by and Nysa rejected each alliance that was brought forward, the king started to get more apprehensive. He demanded an explanation but she chose to remain silent. What would she say?
That she had fallen in love with the picture of a man who had died a hundred years ago?
It was so ridiculous to even say it; believing was quite out of question. There had to be a way of forgetting that face.
And then one day she had a dream. She dreamt of him walking towards her. His demeanour was a lot different from the picture. But it was the same person alright. All she could make out was his face in the fog and as he approached closer, she caught the spry in his step, the warmth in his eyes and the most disarming smile she had ever seen.
She held his gaze and walked at an unstrained pace towards him. Suddenly she tripped over her dress....One smooth scoop and he helped her up, holding her hand for a second. The next thing she knew, she woke up with a start.
Now the thing about her dreams was.....They came true.
All of them.
To be continued.........