Dark Is the Tale

Parts One, two,   three , four.  five.  six. 

This tale just keeps growing, you've taken it well, but now dark things are lurking in this tale I must tell.
To our prince and our princess, all seemed quite swell, all the plans they'd been making fit together real well. Some folks probably suspected, but they were waiting to tell. They thought they had it all planned, it was the perfect fit, but the storm clouds rolled in, when they let their thoughts slip.

Not all took it as well, as the pair hoped they would. Details they'd thought minor began to boil and swell. How could it go wrong? They'd covered all topics. They knew where their train went, those folks could get on or stay off it.

But saying you'll make it, and proving its so, are really quite different. It's a long row to hoe. The princess felt sick, her world caving in. Where she thought she was safe, she found dragons in friend's skin. They tried to work through it, he told her it would be fine, but things didn't seem better with the passing of time.

They attended the fair, and she got him to smile. Deep fried cookie dough soothed her soul for awhile. But the tense nerves were still there, the conversation was stiff. Fear boiled in the pair, to be handled in their own ways. The princess sent prayers, and felt numb through the days.

When the big farm show came they thought they'd have fun, it was nice to walk around, hold hands in the sun. His friends were around, and my how he'd dote. It made the princess happy. Out of the mire her heart would float.

Then it was back off to school for the prince, and work for the princess, the phone calls kept steady and the plans formed back again. Maybe all would be well. The fear kept inside they started to share, and it certainly helped to have it out in the air. The two of them could face it, they'd make it, they'd stand. "I love you," he'd whisper, and reach for her hand.

One night the prince called her, he'd had a long talk. Their plans were getting shoved away farther with every tick of the clock. He didn't know what to do, or know where to turn. Her heart was crushed and terrified, and bitterness wanted there to abide. They tried to talk it through, cling to God and one another. Talk to people they could trust, put on a smile, not a shudder. What should have been aimed at the scoffers became a rift between the two. He was scared, he wanted to hide. And she was scared, she wanted to fight.

He came home from school on break, they hoped things would be fun. But they've been stiff and busy all along, and his week is almost done.