The King's Lover

"I think I saw the crown prince," Rose said to Emma as they sat at the back of her house under the moon. The moon was bright, and it lit up their surroundings enough to not need a lamp.

Emma was around the same age as Rose but a year younger. They had known each other since they were little girls. Both of them had been born in Edenville, and living in such close proximity, they had no option but to be friends.

"Wha?" Emma asked in shock. "Where?"

"The village entrance," Rose replied.

"Wha were ye doin’ there?"

"I went to get water from the well. Mot’er’s cough has been a little too much lately. I didn’t want to cook wit’ the muddy water."

"And ye saw him?" Emma asked. She was clearly more interested in the details about the crown prince than anything else.

"Yah, I think."

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"Wha ye mean, think? Did ye not see him?"

"I did," she smirked. "He is mighty good-lookin’."

Emma gasped, then covered her mouth with her hand. "Don’t let Ander hear ye," she whispered, looking around.

"Stop lookin’ around like that, he’s not lurkin’ in the bushes."