History's Royal Highnesses The Prince Speaks

By Oluwatosin Ojumu

This is book 2/4 in the Cinderella Series by Oluwatosin Ojumu, and it follows Cinderella Princess
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She was gone. He had looked all over. But she was gone. Quite gone.

Prince Wilfred impatiently tossed aside the hamper he had hastily packed, scattering exotic fruits, various delicate pastries and succulent pies quite everywhere, and breaking several bottles of gently expensive lemonade, and threw off the footman's tunic, grumbling to himself.

"What a silly idea that disguise was!"

Whose stupid idea was that anyway? Oh yes – his own. Not in the least bit mollified by this, he walked angrily up to a random footman, (a real footman this time), grabbing him by his tunic, and gesticulating wildly in the vague direction of the great Palace doors.

"Find her, damn you!",
he barked at him, heedless of the man's rank, heedless that neither this footman nor any other of the Palace-pampered set would easily be able to even find his way around the city, let alone isolate one single woman out of the thousands that had thronged there that night, much less when no-one knew which particular woman he was actually talking about.

Finally, he took a deep breath, he calmed down, he smoothed back the man's rumpled tunic.

"I'm sorry", he apologised to the footman.

"I'm sorry", he smiled ruefully at the shocked silence around him.

"I'm so very sorry." And with that, he turned on his heel and sharply exited.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oluwatosin Ojumu
• Release date: Jul 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005351199

Oluwatosin Ojumu

I am a born again Christian writer, blogger and webdesigner. I write under a few different pen names, some of which are variations of my own name.Under this name "Oluwatosin Ojumu", I write mainstream (non faith-based) contemplative poetry and literary fiction. My poetry is mostly inspired by nature, and art, and beauty, and themes of memory, imagination, time, consciousness and explorations of other abstract concepts. I am currently writing a range of "Études" or "Studies" based on some of these concepts.My fiction is largely based on and inspired by existing classic works from great authors like George Eliot, Charles Dickens, Jane Eyre.Under "Tosin Ojumu", (the shortened version of my first name) I write mostly Christian material. I am producing an open translation of the Bible (New Testament) called "The Open Bible". I also write articles about my opinions on various Church and Christian matters, and I maintain a blog about my expectations and hopes for Christian marriage called "Finding Mr Huggie-Wuggie". This is also the pen-name I use for other non-fiction, including opinion articles about issues unrelated to my faith.I also plan to publish a few works under completely anonymous pen-names....! ;)

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History's Royal Highnesses

The Prince Speaks

Copyright 2021 by Oluwatosin Ojumu

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Table of Contents

Gone!

Preparing for the First Ball

A Captivating Stranger

Crown Prince of Linden

Out of My Mind

Finding an Address

The Second BallTheatrics

The Third Ball

Palace Princess

A Royal Proposal

A Wedding

Credits

About the Author

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Gone

She was gone. He had looked all over. But she was gone. Quite gone.

Prince Wilfred impatiently tossed aside the hamper he had hastily packed, scattering exotic fruits, various delicate pastries and succulent pies quite everywhere, and breaking several bottles of gently expensive lemonade, and threw off the footman's tunic, grumbling to himself.

What a silly idea that disguise was!

Whose stupid idea was that anyway? Oh yes – his own. Not in the least bit mollified by this, he walked angrily up to a random footman, (a real footman this time), grabbing him by his tunic, and gesticulating wildly in the vague direction of the great Palace doors.

Find her, damn you!,

he barked at him, heedless of the man's rank, heedless that neither this footman nor any other of the Palace-pampered set would easily be able to even find his way around the city, let alone isolate one single woman out of the thousands that had thronged there that night, much less when no-one knew which particular woman he was actually talking about.

Finally, he took a deep breath, he calmed down, he smoothed back the man's rumpled tunic.

I'm sorry, he apologised to the footman.

I'm sorry, he smiled ruefully at the shocked silence around him.

I'm so very sorry. And with that, he turned on his heel and sharply exited.

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Prince Wilfred found that he could not sleep that night. Or perhaps it was more that he had not actually tried. He endlessly replayed the events of the ball to himself. Was it that she had truly been that captivating? Or was it more that she was so different to the courtiers and minor princesses of his acquaintance? It was a cliché, of course, to describe them as being vapid and shallow. Some of the Royal ladies of his acquaintance were quite, quite lovely, and sincere and kind too. So, what was it about this particular woman, a commoner, that had so enchanted him? He sighed to himself, once again, and tossed over in his bed. He realised that it was all about the context. In his somewhat bitter experience, whenever there was a lady of the Palace, no matter how sincerely lovely or genuine the lady herself might be, lurking somewhere not too far in the background there would be at least one power-hungry father, or mother, or brother, or uncle. More likely however, there was a whole contingent of them. And sure enough, if ever Prince Wilfred made the mistake of smiling too brightly at any one individual lady, or otherwise expressing his interest, this power-hungry