Isabel and Annabel

|Isabel and Annabel| 5

Udell opened the door to Prince Eran’s room. Annabel cautiously stepped in. She turned back around to Udell, who was beginning to close the door.

“What am I to do?” she asked.

“Why, kiss him, of course.” Then, he closed the door.

Annabel knelt down beside Prince Eran. She smiled bitterly. “I’ve always been dreaming of this day…why does it come like this? I thought I would see you on a special occasion or something…but why? My mother had cast a healing spell on you and I never knew…Eran… just wake up. I don’t want to be one of those frantic girls waiting in line for your lips.”

She brushed a finger against his lips, hesitating. Should she kiss him? Should she not? She had swore not to marry anyone. What if he woke at her kiss? Would she have to marry then?

Or worse, what if he didn’t?

She decided to wait.

Then she couldn’t wait anymore. She kissed him. She stared at him, suddenly worried. Her breath was taken away.

He opened his eyes. Without realizing what she was doing, she threw her arms around him.

“Who are you?” Prince Eran asked.

“Annabel of Surun.” She reported.

He looked around. “Is today my seventeenth birthday?”

“Yes it is. Your curse, remember?”

He stared at her with his deep brown eyes. “You…?”

She nodded.

Udell came in abruptly. “This is great news, Your Majesty! Princess Annabel of Surun!”

Queen Summer stepped into the room.


“You know, Annabel?” Eran said.


“I was asleep for two hours. During these two hours…I dreamed of you.”

Annabel rested her head on his chest. They were standing opposite of each other.

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