ok you know thatĀ āmake the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriageā thing?
they try, so hard, to make her laugh.
she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.
one day sheās sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.
of course that little thief tries to make her smile.
a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that.Ā
she sees the princess while sheās picking them up to sell on the streets, and sheās justā¦ so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.
and she tries. sheāll do silly dances when she comes in, sheāll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, sheāll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.
the first few days, the princess doesnāt even look at her.
then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasnāt even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesnāt know sheās trying so hard for nothing.
one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things.Ā āYou do know that itās useless?ā
āWhat?ā the thief says.Ā āNo way! Iām going to get you to laugh!ā
āThe best jesters in the kingdom have tried, donāt bother,ā the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.
Then the thief puffs out her chest,Ā āOf course I am! Iāll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! Iāllā¦ fight a fire breathing dog for them!ā
Thereās no laugh, but the corner of the princessās mouth twitches. itās sad how she thinks she can make me laughā¦
the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldnāt respond immediately.
the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.
the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, itās better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.
the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating.Ā āWhy do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!ā
āYou only know that word because of me,ā the princess snarks, but thereās a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesnāt know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.
āWell, it makes quite the pun,ā the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!
āSayā¦ā she continued,Ā āWhat would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?ā she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princessās face. the princessās eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.
though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.
āI donāt know,ā she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun.Ā āWhat?ā
the girl grinned.Ā āA pretty theft!ā she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princessās nose.
the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother beforeā¦ she stopped thinking about that.Ā
she had never been called pretty.
she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.
then she suddenly stopped, realizing what sheād done.
the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princessās nose, as if it had itās own amazement.
āWowā¦ā the girl breathed. sheād never heard something so beautiful in her life.
The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.
The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each otherās eyes, reveling in what had just happened.
The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.
The princessās laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girlā no, her wifeā and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.
After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.
