It had been the turn of the century when John got the thing he wanted most. he was born into the royal family in 1576. He had always been able to get what he wanted by the way he used his words. To John’s friends he was the silver-tongued prince. He had never been told no before.
“Maria” John yelled down the hall. He was sitting on his king sized bed thinking of some choir to have her do.
“Yes, John” Maria said softly. The young woman’s innocent blue eyes had become accustomed to looking for a task care of, but to her surprise there was nothing to do. Maria had been assigned as John’s personal maid when she turned fourteen. As they had always been the same age she saw a different side of John. One that was kind and compassionate.
“Can you dust the drapes please?” John said. It was the only thing he could think of that could be done. She walked over to inspect them and found them cleaned already.
“John they seem to be done already.” She sat on the bed next to him.
“Maria. We could still leave this place?” he looked over to her hopefully.
“I can’t and you know that.” She tried her hardest not to look at him.
“Why?” he pushed his long, curly brown hair out of his face.
“For of all I’m married. Second what about your future as the king of England. I couldn’t forgive myself if I knew I was the reason you were giving it all up. Not to mention what would every one think of you and your family if you ran off with your maid.” She could see in his dark green eyes this answer wasn’t enough. So before he could respond she excused herself. John was still sitting there alone staring at where his love had once been.
What they both didn’t know was a paranoid husband saw the whole transaction.
Later the prince had requested that he eat alone in spite of his grief.
“Where is John?” He heard from down the hall. He recognized the frantic voice as Maria’s.
“Down the hall in the dining room.” Margret, the head maid, said. Maria sprinted down the hall to the dining room and slammed the door behind her.
“What is wrong Maria?” John asked as he rose from his seat to check on her.
“He’s coming.” She whispered barricading the door with her body.
“Where the hell is she?” yelled a man from the maids chamber.
“What happened Maria? Who’s coming?” John was starting to get a little worried.
“My husband saw me and you talking earlier and thought I was cheating on him, so when I go home he was waiting with a crossbow to kill me.”
“Let’s go we are leaving.” John began looking around for a way out.
“You’re still thinking about that.” She said surprised.
“It’s not like we have much choice. Would you rather go out there with the drunken mad husband?”
“What about your future John?”
“I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
