Marishi: True Love

True Love was meant for princesses; this was the way of the world.

''“Look! There’s Orion’s Belt!” The young dancer excitedly pointed out the constellation to Rishi, eyes lighting up when he followed her finger to the stars. “Which means that that’s Orion, and there’s.. oh, there’s Ursa Major.”''

''“Mmhm.” Rishi, despite his best efforts, was slowly falling asleep as Mary went on about stars. One hand was running through her dark hair, the other holding tight to the hand that wasn’t pointing out the different shapes in the sky. “…they aren’t as pretty as you.”''

''“What? A compliment? Who are you and what have you done with Rishi?”''

Mostly, though, True Love was meant for Main Characters, which Mary Danser was not.

“Smile!”

''The camera captured the moment of surprise on her boyfriend’s face, the teen having been caught unaware and alone with a hocus latte. A treat that no one but he knew he got.''

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, I’ll get you back for that.”

Despite this, however, she had found herself with a True Love; a commoner, a gander, a boy who infuriated her to no end while simultaneously filling her tummy with butterflies.

''She was sitting in his lap, reading a book with him while he played with her hair. A rare moment of silence between the two.''

“Rishi?”

''“Mm?” Not normally one to enjoy being interrupted, a glance at Mary revealed an oddly solemn look to her face. “What’s the matter?”''

“… I love you.”

''Silence. Shock. The book was dog-eared and set down before he cupped her face in his hands; in his mind, he admired her beauty, her wit, her smarts. Their lips met for a brief moment.''

“I love you too.”

Maybe True Love wasn’t just for the Royals after all.