Part eleven: And so it starts....

“How do you open your heart to love?” Asked Sir Donovan, “You need to stop being afraid, let go of your fears, you are afraid of getting hurt Princess, but trust me, you are stronger then you believe.”  

“It’s so easy to a say these words, but to actually allow someone into my heart and mind would mean me breaking down the walls I created around me, it would mean giving someone the power to break me.”

“You are looking at this all wrong Princess; how you allow someone to effect you is based solely on your own reaction to the situations.  You are not allowing someone to break you, but you are allowing someone to look into your soul and love you, for who you are and not for  simply for what you look like.”

The Princess sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about this, all the times she ever opened her heart to love, pain followed not far behind, her parents, her sister, how now would any other form of love be any different. Was she willing to risk everything to gain it all, somehow she knew the prize would be worth the risk, but was her heart strong enough to open up. It was strange however, that the Princess did not realize she was already opening up her heart to Sir Donovan, simply by trusting him with her secrets. For it is the secrets of the hearts that draw people to each other, opening up your secrets means opening up a part of your heart. And it’s giving a very special part of yourself to someone else, an act of trust, which in a way is an act of love.

Sir Donovan stood above the Princess, feeling like her sole protector, he too did not realize what was actually happening between them, but in a way he did now feel more connected to the Princess. They both now shared a part of each other they haven’t shared with anyone else. Sir Donovan felt her pain, he heard how troubled her heart was, it is a strange thing how two people can read each other’s feelings without saying a word, this was the language of the heart, the whispers of the heart, only few people can find that someone who can hear the whispers of their heart.  But the two where yet to be aware of what was happening, each focusing on the problem, while the solution was hovering right under their nose.

“What do I do know?” asked the Princess in a whisper.

“Just trust me,” said Sir Donovan, “I will ALWAYS be here to protect you Princess.”

The Princess looked into Donovan’s and the way those green eyes starred straight into her soul, she had to look away, her skin turned crimson. And suddenly she grew afraid,

“You have to leave,” She said briskly as she got up and ran out the door…