THE REALLY REAL PRINCESS ADVENTURES
Inside Every Little Girl ... Lives a Princess
The Really Real Princess Adventures
These are my true princess stories They really happened in my life... Well, they happened in my dreams, or my daydreams and often, for real, in my life.
So come along with me on my princess adventures. You are going to have the best time ever. Really! Oops, I mean… royally!
It was a marvelous, magical Monday morning in our lovely home, I mean, in our magnificent castle. Dad and Mom, um... the king and queen, we're sitting in the kitchen, well, the royal dining room. The king was sipping coffee, and, of course, the queen was sipping tea. They were listening to the town crier, who looks a lot like my older brother. He was announcing the weekly news. It seemed there was going to be some sort of duel between two rivaling towns and he was going to fight against the other kingdom risking his life, hoping to win the hand of a fair maiden to take to a dance... a royal ball, I mean. It sounded splendid.
But enough of that.
It’s Monday and I was just waking up to begin my princess day. My loyal subjects all around me were awaiting my commands. My stuffed animals have lived in my kingdom, many since I was a royal baby. All are very loyal and have never wandered off to other kingdoms, unless grabbed in the clutches of the terrible underling, little Prince John. Some called him my younger brother. But he was an underling who often ran off with my loyal subjects, such as my helpless baby monkey with the little red hat that was won by the king himself for me in a game at a royal event called a carnival. But that’s another story.
As for today, among my newest loyal subjects, there was the royal kitten, little Princess Sweet Pea. She was resting in a basket nearby with her royal mum, the Queen Kitty Kat. Observing me waking up, she came over to the bed. Of course Sweet Pea would do anything I commanded her to do. And so, I rolled a ball of yarn her way and she chased it just as I wished.
Yes, it was good to wake up on this Monday morning and begin a new week of my exciting princess adventures. I wondered, What would be my first choice of what to do? What exciting wonderful, magical, oh so marvelous, royal adventure could I go on today?
“Are you getting ready for school, Amarie?” I heard a yell from a distant part of the castle.
I shouted back, “Yes!”
And by the way, that’s Princess A. Marie or Amarie as now everyone now blended the letter and name together.
Now, what to wear for my adventures today? I wondered, opening the closet, or I mean, opening the door to my royal wardrobe, filled with wonderful, elegant outfits fit for a princess.
What is the perfect princess outfit for this fine day?
I thought, I could ask the servant girl for help. I could hear her chattering in the kitchen, talking to the king and queen. As I looked out the door from my room I could see her in the dining area pouring food from a box into a bowl, a royal meal. Obviously she was preparing my breakfast for me. She was a wonderful servant. And a well educated one. She had attended schools far away and her knowledge of things was vast. She would often help me pick out clothes. This servant was so kind to me that she was often referred to as my older sister, and I didn’t mind at all people saying that. Her name was Stacy, but I called her Anastasia after the famous princess Anastasia, in hopes that Stacy, too, would maybe marry a prince, and be a princess some day like me. But as kind as she was, the dear servant girl, Stacy, today I did not need her help
No, today, I would pick out my own clothes.
Little Sweet Pea and Queen Kitty Kat were hovering around my feet in the wardrobe room. Choosing a royal purple sweater with silver circles called bangles around the collar -- but those bangles around the collar were actually diamonds, royal priceless diamonds -- I held the sweater up for Queen Kitty Kat’s nod of approval as a loyal subject, and she nodded as she licking the fur of her baby kitten, Sweet Pea. also nodded approval, too. Yes, they were loyal subjects.
Now, to add to my outfit - royal riding pants. They were made of blue, royal blue, of course, denim. These were a very wise choice for a princess to wear in case the need to ride away on her black horse with two wheels, or to ride away in her carriage with four wheels was suddenly required. Her lovely horse that drove the four wheel carriage was a white Mustang, parked in the garage, or, I mean in the carriage house behind the castle. The queen sometimes referred to it as her Mustang, but I knew, it was my horse and carriage. But,I didn’t argue with the queen. Nevertheless, It was always I, the princess, who was escorted around in it.
“Breakfast….Come down here and eat. You’ll be late for school. Amarie. What are you doing?”
Oh my, please… It’s Princess Amarie, and “Yes, I’m getting ready!”
“Well, get down here!”
Hmmm...that sounded like the king.
“She thinks she’s a queen,” said the Town Crier, also known as Tom, or the older brother. He had big curly brown hair all over his head and when he let it grow too long, you couldn’t hardly see his brown eyes. And right now was one of those times. This shaggy haired crier, was now crying out about me. This was his response when the king asked what took me so long to get downstairs: “She thinks she’s a queen!”
Why did they let this young whippersnapper, Tom, do anything more than announce events? Perhaps because the king liked those dueling events. The king always seemed excited to go to those dangerous battles that Tom participated in. Actually, he claimed, that as king he, too, had once won the hand of a fair maiden, my mother, the queen, by showing his ability to fight in great duels, too.
I looked over at the king. He was reviewing some royal documents peering through his glasses. No, he didn’t look it now, but once In terrifying fields of battle, my father, the dashing, daring handsome king, once had hair and had fought in great battles being tackled and trampled by giants! Horrible, fierce giants with swollen heads and bulging biceps. Yes, these men he fought against were called the Giants!
My father the king, now had the royal duty of giving his kingdom insurance. My mother the queen said he did this now because his subjects needed insurance. And the king, my dad, would provide it. People said he sold insurance, but my mother, the Queen, said the King provided insurance for his subjects.
But once upon a time, long ago, it was all very different than it is now for the king…
The king fought valiantly to capture a coveted prize, that many kingdoms fought for in a dangerous battle to capture -- a small oval shaped ball. Brave warriors fought to bring this oval ball of great worth to their kingdom’s land. The king, my father, had done this many times, winning the hearts of many a fair maiden, but choosing my mother, the queen Qwen, Before there was the peaceable kingdom we now reside in, the king, my father was once a warrior, on a great battlefield.
And now king brought insurance to his people.
And interrupting the peace now was the Town Crier, “Yep, she’s late… She’s always late because she thinks... she’s a queen!” Tom remarked, one more time to rub it in, “thinks she’s a queen!”
“No, I don’t!” I announced loudly to all seated in the royal dining room, and among them now was the underling, little Prince John. He wasn’t an underling. He just acted like one and a terrible one at that! Sometimes the king and queen agreed with me, calling him Twice Terrible or referring to him as the Terrible Twos. But, alas John really was a Royal Prince, and he was now seated in the High Chair. But Tom the Town Crier, yes, he won some battles, but I never saw him in the High Chair!
“No, I don’t,” I repeated, looking at Tom, as I grabbed the royal silver spoon next to my bowl of fine cereal that servant Stacy had already prepared for me. She leaning over seated next to me now kissed my forehead, as she poured fine white cream from a small pitcher into my bowl.
“No, I really don’t think I’m a queen!” I thought defiantly, Tom, the Town Crier was certainly confused. And perhaps the king and queen, too, were confused, along with the servant Stacy, too! And, the underling, or Prince John, what did he know? He had just poured the bowl of cream on his head. This is ridiculous. Why didn’t anyone else object but me?
There was a loud chorus of meowing from my cats . . . I mean, my very loyal subjects. Having brought little Sweet Pea downstairs with me, she and her mother Queen Kitty Kat, meowed loudly at my feet causing the queen and king to notice, saying together, “Feed them!” Perhaps they were meowing for milk, or maybe they were meowing in protest, too, because, they my loyal subjects, they understood me.
Though no one seemed to be paying attention, I announced, protesting one more time, “I don’t think I’m a queen.”
Sighing, placing the silver spoon with the cereal of round oats in my mouth to finish my royal breakfast, I thought, I don’t think I’m a queen… I’m a princess!
One minute until the clock strikes eight o’clock, and the little mice that push the hands around the clock are busy at work preparing for this event -- the clock to strike eight. This is frantic time in the kingdom. Everyone pushes their chairs away from the grand dining table, and a flurry of activity begins.
We all know our places and roles.
The queen grabs the little prince, still wet from a bowl of cream poured over his head, and she dashes to the door, opening it for all who are leaving the castle.
Exiting first is the king, but before leaving he kisses the sweet servant girl Stacy on the forehead, then Tom and me, too, his little princess. Then at the big red door, is the Queen holding little prince John. He kisses the little one first and then kisses the queen right on the lips, and this kiss seems to last a few seconds longer than any other kiss. I notice this. He then rushes out the door, off to insure the people of his land riding away on a Bronco, a wild black horse he has tamed. He always mentions how he loves the horsepower of his Bronco. It serves him well in his kingdom.
Then next to leave was the Town Crier, Tom, with a sack on his back. And he can’t help himself he still cries out even at this second of the mighty deeds, and many others he will band with to fight for the kingdom.
And I follow him out the door. Servant Stacy grabbing my cap, I mean my tiara, places it on my head as she and the queen kiss me goodbye. Little Prince John is told to wave and he does.
This is the routine in our castle on a monday morning.
Next, the Golden Chariot arrives, at the end of our driveway, of course, I mean our palace walk. Tom and I would board this big long yellow chariot together. Entering first, Tom turns around and extend his long skinny arm toward me and boost me up the stairs. Then Tom the Town Crier does his usual crying out of all of his great feats to all who will listen.
Though Tom, was older than me and attended a different school, he and a few of his comrades in battle, a team they call themselves, join us on this ride. This mixed ride of older and younger youths was only for those who lived far off in the kingdom near our castle. The younger ones rode together with the older ones for only the first ten minutes.
“All who are smaller than a corn stalk in early July, time to depart” said the chariot driver with a twang in his voice. That meant the younger ones had to leave the chariot at the first royal learning academy. That group included me.
Yes, today’s princess adventure would begin on the golden chariot that brought me to the land of great learning in an academy across the fields of our kingdom.
And an adventure of great bravery was about to happen…
Twin boys entering the golden chariot for the first time, were noticeably frightened. The had just moved to into the kingdom and they not only were new, they didn’t speak English well, having moved here from a far away kingdom not familiar to any of us.
Walking on the bus, I mean, the chariot, my loyal subjects held up their hands to me, in a show of loyalty slapping my palms.
But it was different when these two boys entered . . .
It was different because they were different. And a group of boys at the front of the bus. and a few girls, quickly stuck out their feet into the aisle, challenging these two frightened small souls to dare to move past them.
They didn’t move. They froze in place.
And sitting close of near the front I could see everything. The fear on the faces of these children new to the kingdom and the bullying looks of the taunting faces of the ones who didn’t want to let them pass by and sit down. And I wondered what to do?
The I thought, I could be like my father, the king. I could give them insurance and make them feels safe, I could do it.
And then I jumped out my seat and yelled standing in the aisle of the chariot, “Stop it! Leave them alone. Let them pass now!”
Suddenly it was very quiet. One boy in the very front looked at me with a sneer and I looked right back at him. This princess wasn’t backing down, but what would happen now? He stared for a few seconds at me, but it seemed longer, and then he said to the rest, “Let ‘em pass.”
“Don’t do that again,” I shouted. And then I heard many people saying: Yeah, yeah, don’t do that again. Many loyal subjects had stood by me.
The little boys almost ran to my seat and squished in next to me.
“Thank you, I am Timotheus. Everyone calls me Tim or Timmy.”
“And I am Thomas. Everyone calls me Tom or Tommy.
“Tom?” I said, “I have a Tom who lives with me. He is a our Town Crier. Are you a Crier? I asked little Tom.
He said, “Yes.” He informed me had cried that day having to go to school. But Tim said he had not cried, at least not that day. But another day he had. But, I really wanted to know if they were always crying out about their great exploits, like Tom, but I guess not. Well maybe he just didn’t have any grand exploits fighting ferocious battles to talk about, just yet
Now there was no talking or crying out. For the next minutes we sat peacefully all together on the chariot heading to the great learning academy and Tim and Tom said they would be in the garden. The kinder garden of the academy. As a small princess I had spent time in that kind place, where there was coloring time and naps and cookies.
Yes, Tim and Tom would like the kinder garden. The king and queen had always said it was a land of kindness where small children grow in the garden.
The kingdom Timotheus and Thomas came from was far away. It was a place where there was a war in their kingdom and their family had fled to come here to our kingdom for safety. I learned that from my father the king later that day. Fortunately, they learned not everyone who lived in our village, in our kingdom, was a bully.
Now came the official announcement from the driver, he announced, “If you’re shorter than a corn stalk on Fourth of July, it’s your time to get off...hurry now.”
“That’s you guys, Timmy and Tommy. Come with me.”
I escorted them to their garden, and they eached turned and hugged me goodbye.
“Thanks,” Tim said, for helping us. I was scared.
“Thanks,” Tom said, “I was scared, too.
“Group hug,” I shouted in my princess voice. And we hugged one more time.
Then Timmy asked, hey what’s your name. I said, “Princ… um, well, just call me Amarie.”
They nodded and waved goodbye entering the kinder garden where a fair maiden waiting at the door greeted them. Guessing their names, since she she said she had been told twins would be coming to her class today, she said, “Hello, Timotheus and Thomas.” and they smiled with delight in response to her.
“Wait!” said Tommy, turning to me, “Wait. I was wondering . . .who was the big guy with the…” He stopped and made circles around his head and was trying to get out another word. He looked up as if trying to find the right word, and then he blurted out, “whirly hair. He had whirly hair…” and he did the same thing again with this fingers in circles around his head. “Who was… that guy who stood behind you when you yelled at the bullies?
Both boys stared at my puzzled face and I stared at them puzzled, too.
“Well, if you know him,” Tommy said, doing one more loop of circles with his fingers by his head, “thank him, too,” he said in his squeaky little boy voice.
Then Timmy chimed in, “And all those others standing behind him. Thank them, too.”
Then both boys disappeared into the garden.
Who was that big guy standing right behind me when I yelled at the bullies? And all those others standing behind him?
The king had always told me, his little princess, to not be afraid to stand up for what was right because when you do, he said, “They’ll always be someone there with you. God will be with you.”
I wondered about that, what the king told me. Today I found it to be true.
And that is the best lesson I learned today on Monday Mayhem Day.