Page 39 - SU AIT Magazine
P. 39

space.                              what her maids called the White Dream,
                                              “Once there was, and there was not,  a   not even the man she loved. His name
                                              princess as white as snow.”         was Dane Hardt.
                                              And Myrtle started her story:       “Danehardt?  What a name!” her friend
                                                                                  remarked with a big smile.
                                                                                  “Who tells the story here?” Myrtle asked.
                                              “She was not always so white.
                                                                                  “Go on.”
                                              Once she was as green as grass crackling
                                              under your bare feet. As yellow as the giant   “His name was Danehardt. He was a
                                              sunflowers from her father. As pink as a   wise knight, with a good disposition
                                              baby, cooing. As brown as the majestic   and a gentle nature. He was not really
                                              beech trees in the lane. As orange as the   brave and often had doubts about his
                                              fragrant pumpkins of her cute granny. As   decisions. Usually he went for the easiest
                                              blue as the berries in his garden. As red   solution. Actually I do not know why the
                                              as his lips. Once the young queen was so   Queen found him so special.”
                                              colorful as the world. Once. Yes.   Her friend blinked.
                                              Until the red of his lips said “yes”.  “In fact, the  White Princess and sir
                                              Her lover was marrying someone else.   Danehardt did have a lot of interests in
                                              When she heard this news, her colors   common and both were nice, intelligent
                                              faded in darkness of her soul, and suddenly   and curious about the world, but
                                              she was no longer the colorful princess,   otherwise  he was not  so special. It is
                                              but the White Princess. The colors of her   even surprising that he had two suitors,
                                              childhood memories were blurred into a   namely the white queen and the rich
                                              black hole, her smile was lost in a maze of   baroness ... Doloria. “
                                              misunderstanding and her heart was in a   “Why did he chose Doloria?  Was she
                                              country where they had never been.”  gorgeous? “
                                              Her friend straightened, but did not   “No… yes… maybe. I guess that Doloria
                                              interrupt.                          was just better than she was. In many
                                              “Only her most loyal maids knew about   ways. More pretty. More intelligent. More
                                              this disease -or that is how they called it.   adventurous. More funny.”
                                              Each day when she woke up, as white as   “Or the White Princess has just a low self-
                                              the night, they helped her to cover her   esteem?” her friend  remarked.  “Did sir
                                              whiteness. She sat before her mirror and   Danehardt in fact ever know that she was
                                              let her maids paint her lips red as rubins   in love with him?”
                                              and her eyes green as emeralds. They also   “Well, that does not matter anymore…
                                              dyed her hair and face with pigments   because she got sick.”
                                              from the Far East. She looked at herself   “ So ... the White Princess got the White
                                              in the mirror, for the whole time, and if   Dream because of a broken heart,” her
                                              she did not like what she saw -which   friend whispered.
                                              happened often- she pulled the mask
                                              from  her  white  face  and  let  her  maids   “Yes, there was an article recently
                                              start over again. It took a long time to look   saying  that people  who are sad  for a
                                              the way that others, like her parents and   long time have more chance to get the
                                              their subjects, expected from her.. So they   White Dream. It makes sense… that the
                                              only saw her in the late hours of the day.   White Princess got this disease because
                                              Nobody saw that she was suffering from   of unanswered love.  When hearts are








                                                                                           SU Magazine: In Harmony 39
   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44