At times things were still stiff, the pair had a small tiff, but somehow their spirits seemed to lift. Harvest had started, landing our princess in a tractor, but still she made it to the prince each night after. They didn't always talk, he'd just hold her real soft, and the quiet moments helped things to heal.
He ventured back to college, and their lunch time texts soon resumed. He'd call her each night to study Philippians while tucked in all tight, and hope returned that things would be alright.
The earrings he got for her birthday were a favorite at work, and the t-shirts were cute and so cozy.
Our prince and princess decided that though some things were uncertain, and the future looked scary, they'd keep pushing through; it was a load they could carry. They would do what they wanted, devil take the scoffers.
He got her a present, a glass cube with his face, a creepy thing for sure, but utterly cut and silly. So she started searching for Christmas gift ideas.
And the young gentleman's father was having a wedding of hi own, in the far of land of Arizona. It was a nerve racking affair, so the prince asked her to join him down there, she said yes, though she's afraid of the air. It took some debate and some convincing, but they got the agenda pushed through, so now she had dress shopping to do.