"There are so many soldiers in the market, what's up?" My brother Alezar asked to our mother.

　　I stood up and arranged the sweet potatoes to sell in the market.

　　"Maybe the prince of Madrid is in the market," our mother replied to my brother. I have already taken my luggage.

　　"I'm leaving mom," I said goodbye. Mom nodded at me. I kissed her forehead before leaving.

　　When I was on the road I was still wondering why the Prince of Madrid went to the market.

　　The Madrid are socially known, they are the richest royal family in the whole country.

　　I have never seen the Prince's face, but I am sure he is a very handsome Prince. It is also reported that many Princesses tried to marry the Prince. But the Prince's standard is too high on a woman.

　　The princesses not yet passed.

　　I see the people's on their house outside.

　　"Sweet potato! Sweet potato there!"

　　I Need to sell for our daily. We come from poor clans so we were deported here to this province where there are also many poor people.

　　Most of them serve in the palace.

　　"How much sweet potato do you miss?" asked a filthy man. He is holding this wine and he looks drunk.

　　I ignored him and just kept walking.

　　"I'm still talking to you miss, I'll buy your sweet potato." He held my arm. I am nervous about this drunk man. Maybe what to do with me.

　　"Let go of me!"

　　I slapped the man. "You're rude!" I told him. The thickness of his face touched me.

　　The man grinned as he grabbed her cheek which was so black.

　　I walked again after I slapped him. But he grabbed my arm again and slapped me hard.

　　I sank to the ground. The goods are scattered with sweet potatoes. I felt annoyed with the man.

　　I closed my eyes firmly. I can't fight because this man might have a knife.

　　I heard the footsteps of the horses and it stopped at where I now stumbled and bowed.

　　I opened my two eyes and what appeared to me was four pairs of white horse legs.

　　"Dear Prince!"

　　I quickly looked up at the man on the white horse when I heard the drowning of the drunken man who had hurt me.

　　My two eyes widened when I saw a man. He was wearing royal attire.

　　"What are you doing to this woman?" his voice was so cold. The drunken man trembled with fear. While it is on its knees.

　　I am a fool to the Prince. It is true that the news that his Prince is very handsome and handsome.

　　"Forgive me, Your Majesty, I will not repeat it. Do not send me to another village."

　　The Prince came down while looking at me who was now dumbfounded with him.

　　"Why are you staring at the dear Prince like that? Bow down!" a soldier growled at me. I did what he said.

　　"Thank you very much Your Majesty."

　　I did not hear an answer from him. I can still see his white boots.

　　He threw something at me wrapped in expensive cloth.

　　"Take this woman out of my way," he ordered his soldiers. I did not wait for his soldiers to touch me and I stood by myself.

　　I did not pick up what he gave wrapped in a cloth. He got on his horse.

　　"Will you not accept what the dear Prince has given you?" a soldier asked me.

　　"I will not accept that. Your Majesty saved me so if I accept that I will only increase my gratitude to him."

　　I heard the Prince laugh at what I said.

　　"Stupid! It's hard for you to be proud. Pick up that money and let's go!" he commanded his soldiers again.

　　I just stared at the distant Prince. It is also true that they said he was rude.

　　I smiled as I remembered his face. He is a very handsome Prince.

　　When I woke up, my mother scolded me because she asked why the sweet potato I was going to sell was broken and dirty. I told her everything and how the Prince would help me with the drunken man.

　　"It's good that he helped you. Many can say that the Prince does not care about others."

　　I was surprised by what my mother said. If that is true then it is very lucky to be a woman. Imagine someone like me notice by a prince? I'm a poor.

　　Even though he is arrogant, I still do not forget that he helped me.

　　"Why are you smiling sister?" my brother asked. I looked at him and stared.

　　"Do I look smiling?"

　　"You're not just smiling you're still blushing," my brother said.

　　"Shut up and do your homework!" I growled at him.

　　"Did you crush Prince Harold's sister?" I almost let go of the basket I was holding because of my brother's question.

　　"What crush-crush are you talking about? Do your homework and then help me chop wood in the backyard!" I growled at him again.

　　"Yes sister." He immediately got up and went into his little room. I looked at my mother who was now looking at me.

　　"It's not bad to have a crush sweety. But he's a Prince," my mother said. I smiled at my mother.

　　"It's just a mother's admiration. And I know I don't deserve him. Let me admire him. And I also know that mother he will never like me," I replied to my mother. She just nodded and then she entered our small kitchen. I was left alone in our small living room while still carrying a basket.

　　"It will be hard for you to reach, but I will try to reach you as far as I can, Your Majesty."

　　TO BE CONTINUE ..