Giggling lightly, she gave him a curtsy now that she had shaken the shock off. “But of course your grace. Give me a moment.” Kissing his cheek, she sprinted off to her room and wondered if this meant she was the princess? Or did he just want to be the prince to spoil her? But her fantasy had included a captured princess so perhaps..
Looking through her dresses, Katelynn decided on a nicely themed one like butterfly wings that she had found on sale in a Goodwill one day. Perhaps because of the print it hadn’t sold well or someone rejected it but it had become a treasured dress to her.
Slipping it on, she was quick to tie her hair and apply lip gloss to look nice before going back into their living room.
“How do I look?” she asked, giving a little spin.
“Like the fairest maiden in the land,” he replied, with a warm, loving smile. The dress was one of his favorites as well, even though she didn’t wear it often. She looks good in bright colors.
He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Then, grinning a little, he began kissing his way up her arm, the way he’d seen the love interests sometimes do in old romantic movies. When he reached her shoulder, though, he finally pulled back.
“My dearest lady Katelynn,” he said, still trying to keep in character (and hoping he didn’t seem too ridiculous), “what is your pleasure? Would you care for a drink? Or perhaps some cake?”
“O-Oh my..” she whispered as he kissed up her arm, unable to stop her second blush of the night. He really was going all out on being romantic. It felt slightly strange as she wasn’t used to it but was definitely enjoying it.
“There’s cake? How about we have that and watch a movie together.” She had looked up online date ideas to get them out of the apartment though she hadn’t told him yet but there was one they could do inside if he wanted.
Trying to get back into character, she giggled. “If it pleases your grace I mean. It feels like a ball and I am Cinderella being whisked away by the prince. Hopefully the magic doesn’t end at midnight.”
Watching a movie while eating cake didn’t exactly fit the romantic, fairy-tale theme Jack had been trying to set up, but he reminded himself that this was Katelynn’s birthday party – her special day to do what she wanted. If that was what would make her happy, then he was glad to do it. Actually, it was a relief; watching movies together was one of his favorite things, and it would take some of the pressure off keeping up this act.
“Oh no, I intend to make the m-magic last as long as possible,” he replied, with a faintly teasing grin, still blushing. “Watching a movie sounds wonderful. If you would choose one, Lady Katelynn, your Prince Jackson shall return in but a moment.”
With that, he hurried into the kitchen. The cake, with its beautifully done picture of two butterflies perching on a flower, was waiting where he’d left it, and he quickly set it up on a tray, with a knife, two plates and forks, and a single candle set in the middle. He lit it with a branch of the candelabra, and carefully, at a slow march, carried the cake and tray into the living room.
Jack Maple 