Someday, Love to His Majesty - 1
It was only when I finally learned to speak that I realized that I might have tripped into a strange place. Already, a year has passed since I came here.
One winter night, when it was not even 9 o’clock, I was probably hit by a car in a residential alleyway on my way home. As soon as I turned around to look at the glaring lights coming from behind me, my body flew through the air and I braced myself for the impact as I fell to the ground. That’s all I remember. The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed. My body was unscathed. A woman dressed in medieval European style clothing took care of me. She gave me a bath, gave me food, and combed my hair. Outside the door were several men with sharp blades, swords or spears, and I immediately realized that I was apparently being held captive, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to speak to them, hoping that they could understand me in English, but they didn’t seem to understand me. The women who took care of me didn’t seem to be friendly to me and didn’t feel the need to communicate.
A few days later, I was dressed in a rather glamorous outfit and put in a carriage. This was the first time I looked outside, because this was the first time I was permitted to exit the room I lived in. The carriage was locked and closed to prevent it from being opened from the outside, and it was also surrounded by horses carrying men dressed like knights with weapons and armor. Apparently, this method of travel was like a procession of feudal lords, with several wagons loaded with knights and baggage. And thus, the procession continued for two weeks on end. The view made me think that we were in Europe. I saw a high mountain covered with white snow, and a forest spread out at the foot of the mountain. The towns we passed were full of stone-built houses and everyone was dressed in clothing from the same period in time. Eventually, I was brought to a huge castle in a huge, bustling city.
It had been about a year since I was brought there. Apparently, I was a ‘rare beast’ that was presented to the king of this country as a tribute from a neighboring country. In this neighboring country, black hair and black eyes have never been seen before. It seems that the ‘unusual beast’ is a ‘foreign princess who was kidnapped from a faraway land’.
And this is the palace of the king’s harem, where seven princesses or ladies live, all of them beautiful. The people here are very big, blonde and fair-skinned, and they all look the same. At first, I didn’t understand the language, so I tried to stay away from the group of pompous beauties with a number of valets, and there was no way I could recognize them from a distance.
“Black princess, lunch is ready,”
So says Cyril, the elderly lady who takes care of me. While I was practicing my letters in my room, I moved to a table where a meal was being prepared. The food here is really good. At first, it was all salty, but when I was able to speak a word, I complained that I wanted to eat sweet, sour, and spicy foods. I even had him sneak me into the kitchen and appeal to the chef directly. Apparently, they thought of me as a child and started serving me sweet treats and spicy dishes. It’s a pretty comfortable life, even though I can’t go out of the palace, with good food, sleep when I want (although basically, I sleep at night).
Today, Cyril takes me to the library. Lately, I’ve been borrowing fairy tales from the children in the name of studying letters and words to bring back to my room. When I’m about to return to my room with my chosen fairy tale in hand, a large man walks in front of me.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked me in a low voice.
“I was picking out a book.”
I heard Cyril’s small voice whisper, “Princess!” and when I looked to the side, I saw that he had bowed his head with all his might. I wondered if this man was a great person, so I bowed just to be safe. I’m sure that bowing is not in keeping with our manners, though.
The man just stared at me without saying anything, so I asked him, “Do you need something?”
“Can you speak the language?”
The man asks, so I answer.
“Thanks to Cyril, I can speak. There are many words I don’t know, so I’m studying.”
If I look closely at the man who speaks to me, I notice he is tall and burly, but has a surprisingly well-defined face. I don’t know his exact age, but would guess he’s about 35-40 years old.
“What is your name?”
“The ‘Black Princess’”
When I uttered the title I was known by, I saw that she gulped, head down, as she stood beside me.
“The princess is still learning the language. Please forgive me. I have never heard the princess’s name, nor has the chief mistress informed me of it.”
In response to Cyril’s panicked interruptions, the man spoke again.
“Good. I remember, I believe she was a tribute from a neighboring country. Study hard.”
The man replied and left the place.
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