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Isn't this the way it goes...
Once upon a time, there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own, was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, the following year he was allowed to speak two words.
One day, he met a beautiful princess and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty, he decided to refrain from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my darling." But at the end of the two years, he wished to tell her that he loved her. Because of this, he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the total number of silent years to 5).
But, at the end of these five years, he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So, he waited another four years without speaking.
Finally, as the ninth year of silence ended, his joy knew no bounds. Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling, I love you! Will you marry me?"
The princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said, "Pardon?"
Isn't this the way it goes...
Once upon a time, there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own, was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, the following year he was allowed to speak two words.
One day, he met a beautiful princess and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty, he decided to refrain from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my darling." But at the end of the two years, he wished to tell her that he loved her. Because of this, he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the total number of silent years to 5).
But, at the end of these five years, he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So, he waited another four years without speaking.
Finally, as the ninth year of silence ended, his joy knew no bounds. Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling, I love you! Will you marry me?"
The princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said, "Pardon?"
