stories

Faith (Part 1)

Queen Grace stepped out of her carriage and went up the steps to the entrance of the convent. She tightened her cape’s hoodie; she didn’t want people to recognize her. Her husband thought she came once a month to fast and pray. If only he knew the truth. Grace greeted the nuns before going to the room where her daughter waited for her. Faith was a lovely young lady: she had the golden-brown eyes, like her father, and reddish-brown hair, like her mother’s. She seated next to the window.

“Faith, my love, how you being doing?” said the Queen trying to cheer her noticeable upset daughter. She tried to hug her but she refused.

“I am not in the mood for this, mother.”

“Tired of what?”

Faith stood up, “I am tired of seeing my mother once a month. I am tired of being stuck in this place while you live a luxurious life in the castle. Why do I pay the consequences of your affair…?”

Grace bang her fist on the table. A nosy nun could hear and spread the gossip. Besides, it was a mistake, that would never happen again. She loved Ernest.

“Faith, we’ve had this conversation before. I’ll bring you with me to the castle when the time is right.”

“You’ve been saying that for years. I only want to leave this dull place.”

“And you will, honey. You will.” The Queen left and meditated in a way to bring her daughter to the castle. When the opportunity arrives.

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At the same time, Grace arrived at her chambers, Prince Richard, her stepson, walked out the door, in a hurry. The Queen saw the King resting in a chair.

“Ernest, what happened? Why was Richard here?”

“Richard has rejected every candidate to be his wife. He wants to marry for love. So, I gave him a challenge: if he can find a smart, charming, beautiful, and virtuous woman that he loves, he can marry her. No matter who she is. If he doesn’t complete the challenge in 50 days, I will choose his bride.”

The opportunity finally had arrived.

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“Mary! Mary!” Faith ran to the chapel, to find the only friend who knew who she really was. “I am going to Mary the Prince. My mother has arranged everything.” Faith started to dance, being careful that the other sisters didn’t see her.

Mary remained silence, serious. “Naive, Naive Faith. I am sorry for you.”

“Why? I’ll marry a charming Prince and, finally, be with my mother in the castle.”

“Faith, real princes aren’t like the ones in fairy tales. Real princes are arrogant, dull, and as soon as he gets his heir, he’ll toss you aside.”

Faith paled. What could she do? She couldn’t disobey her mother’s orders.

Mary had an idea. Faith refuse at first, but Mary assured her that it was the only way. After that, the prince couldn’t marry her.

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