02: A memory from your character’s teenage years
“I’m late I’m late I’m late!” Our Prince worriedly chided himself as he rushed through the halls of the castle. He skidded to a halt as he felt a weight leave his head. not again! He looked back to see hos crown had flown off in his hurry and was rolling down the hall. The Prince yelped and went bounding after it. How was he ever supposed to become a proper ruler if he couldn’t even keep his crown on straight?
His father didn’t bother to tell him what he needed to be in the throne room for, bur his father didn’t tell him much. After floundering through every lesson he’d been taught on royal etiquette his father had begun to look over him and to his other brothers as proper heirs. Our Prince wanted to be a success so bad. Perhaps this was his once chance and he was blowing it by being late!
Slapping the crown back on his noggin he rushed into the throne room. As he caught his breath he looked up and saw-
A young, blond princess stood in the hall, wistfully smelling a bouquet of flowers. Her cheeks were a delicate shade of pink, and her eyes shone with an inner light the Prince could not describe. He dryly swallowed as she looked up and noticed him. He quickly bowed, “My Lady.”
From here the memory fades to black.