I finally wrote an original story exclusively for this blog! Not old homework or old writings from childhood! The title is a work in progress.
It should have been fine that when Sir James bowed to King Charles, his eyes glanced towards Princess Jane’s maid, Rose, since no matter how noble he was, he was not nearly rich enough or high enough in rank to be a suitor for the princess. However, Sir James was handsome, and Princess Jane was vain. Often called “a vision of beauty,” the princess expected to be worshiped, and did not take kindly to a knight passing over her to look at her maid, who, while not a hag, was hardly anyone someone would enjoy looking at.
Princess Jane had shiny auburn hair which was always twisted into elaborate styles. Her gowns were made of only the finest materials. She made every effort to keep her skin soft and luminous, and did only the tenderest tasks with her hands so as to maintain their perfect quality.
Rose, on the other hand, had dry curly blonde hair that was always pulled away from her face. Occasionally, a curl would free itself of its restraint and fall into her face, only to be tucked quickly behind an ear. Her skin was freckled and her hands worn from the work she had to do to keep the princess’s perfect. Her clothes were made of simple cotton, which served its purpose to clothe her, but did little else.
Yet Sir James had glanced at Rose. And this was not fine.