Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
"I think I'd like to read a story where the handsome prince is saved by a girl," she said, and none of the fairy tales were like that. It was always a prince rushing in to save the princess with true love's kiss, and Hannah always wondered if people realized that the stories all stopped at the beginning. She knew what could happen after that kiss, after the happily ever after, and Marcus had been nothing but sweet to Amy in that first year. It was after the vows, once they were alone in the big house and with even the children scared, that she'd realized princes didn't always remain princes.
So, now, she climbed.
Up and and up and up, and she looked over her shoulder every so often and risking a loss of balance to ensure he was behind her, there, there, only a few steps away. And he was right that she didn't need to be saved, though everyone else thought she did. They believed her a bit of fluff, a brainless nothing, but they were wrong there, too.
At the top, she stopped, and she leaned back against him at that stop step. He whispered, and she laughed, and she looked out at the living and breathing amusement park before them. "I see possibility. I see something that reminds me that the world isn't just what we see, or what we're told is real, but that there's more there if we just look for ourselves. I see," she continued, pausing after and musing thoughtfully, "that sleep isn't always sleep, and that magic exists. I see that sometimes we just need to look for impossible things and impossible ways out of our troubles." She looked back at him, pecking at his jaw with a quick kiss. "I don't need a sword. Sometimes, there are better ways to fight than the most obvious. Don't worry. I'll still save you."
She turned, so she could look at his face as he looked over her shoulder and upon their kingdom. "What do you see?"