I met the most amazing girl at my brother’s engagement party. Sure, it was the fiancee’, but who cares? I’ve written her a note, asking if I can see her tomorrow night. She never replied, so I decided it was a yes. I arrived at the palace right on time. I knew Artemis was on a business trip, so I was safe. At exactly 10:14 the ladder was dropped from Polly’s window. Juliet and I had planned it. I was terrified I’d slip from the 30m high window, but reached my sweethearts room without disaster.
“Polly?” I hissed.
Juliet, her maid, giggled, blue eyes fixed on me. “She’s asleep!”
“Not for long!” I declared, vaulting over the window sill, and landing in a heap on the floor.
Polly shrieked, blankets a mess around her, hair tangled, eyes wide. In short (no pun intended) she looked horrible, and I was crazy in love.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“Prince Charming,” I replied. That’s what I signed my note with.
“Oh! I remember! Artemis’ brother, right?”
“Bingo.” Thank Frond. I was scared this was just a waste of time.
I sit next to her, my arm sliding over her shoulder, her leaning into me. OK, I pulled her, whatever.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I leaned down and let my lips touch hers. Only afterward, when I woke up still leaning against her under the covers did I realize that I had committed adultery with the Prince’s fiancee’.