Genre: Romance
Picnic with The Princess was not quite what I expected. Anticipation sets you up for disappointment. You have all these fairy-tale fantasies, you see, but real live princesses are human.
The day started great, I woke up bright and early, went to the gym and then wore a long sleeved shirt but with the sleeves rolled up. If you got, it flaunt it right?
Then I waited, and waited and waited.
I fought the urge to call and ask her if something had happened, maybe an accident or maybe she had cancelled the picnic date. The thing about royalty is like;they are like the sun you, it is all nice and bright till it decides to roast you and no one can ask why. I would know this, my grandfather had been grooming me because between my brother and I one of us would be his heir, the next Chief.
I must have dozed off because I woke up with a start and she was looming over me whispering “Wakey wakey, sleepy head” in that baby voice that’s only cute on babies.
“Sorry I am late, but one doesn’t rush beauty”
I mumbled something in reply and off we went to the picnic at the lake. We had booked a leisurely boat ride at Manyuchi dam aboard The White Mischief.

To go on a boat ride, first you must get into the boat, the pier to the boat was wet and muddy, it had been raining for the past couple of days. And little Miss Princess just happened to be wearing rather unsensible shoes, lovely shoes but not very practical. She got stuck fast on the pier and I had to carry her the rest of the way, it’s a good thing I workout.
Finally when we had settled aboard The White Mischief that’s when I realised amidst all the excitement had forgot to get the picnic basket. It’s not like we were hungry we could still just drift along the river and enjoy the ride. But the princess had other plans she was not one to sit silently and just enjoy the scenery, she pointed out everything and used that baby voice again, whoever told her it was flattering lied to her, it got on my nerves ever so much.
Wait till I told my brother X, he would laugh and laugh and probably say my problem is I wasn’t a charmer like he was.
“Shark! Shark!” She screamed.
“There are no sharks in this river.” I tried to calm her
“Look! There! That dark shape?”
“Its not a shark its only a log do try to stop rocking the boat” But she was getting hysterical by the second; twisting and turning, this way and that and totally rocking the boat. The thing about rocking the boat, it starts tilting sideways so much that you tumble out into the water you go.
Out went the princess and with splash landed in the water.
“Help!” she cried “ I cant swim “ she screamed.
It’s a good thing we wore life jackets so she was floating about like a balloon.
I jumped into the water and pulled her to the shallow edge of the river.I figured she would be grateful I had saved her life but no first thing she did was to poke me in the chest and say this was her worst date ever.
All I could say was ” But look it was only a log” pointing at what she had said was a shark.
She was fine but her outfit was entirely ruined and she was not amused. She stormed away in a huff. I would have chased her but the boat was drifting away slowly floating along the river, I had to swim out and secure it back by the pier.
It was a fairly easy task and I was done in a little while.
I was surprised to see my housekeeper by the shore waiting with the picnic hamper.
“You forgot this and I thought I would bring it over, but…. I see you had a bit of a disaster date”
“Yeah it didn’t quite work out, and I had rented the boat for the whole day what a waste”
“I__” she started and stopped
“What were you gong to say?” I asked.
“I have never been on a boat.” she confessed
“You are in luck, you know what, I shall take you on a ride let me carry the picnic basket”
We went on the boat ride didn’t talk much, that companionable silence that does not need to be filled with meaningless words.
We sailed in The White Mischief and watched a water lily float away into the sunset.
~The End
My #blogbattle entry themed Float
A continuation you can read previous parts of this story here.
~B
A budding romance story
There’s something seriously wrong with that princess…I think she needs to see a professional. Or maybe just get out more 😛
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hahahaha maybe blue blood is giving her a fever…..
She definitely needs to get out more… and or learn people skills and some adulting perhaps
Thanks a bunch Josh☻☻☺
~B
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And she should learn how to identify sharks!
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one must be able to identify a shark…. those are life skills hahaha
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Oh dear, it’s never going to be easy dating a Princess. Maybe the housekeeper’s a better bet? 😉
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he needs someone to knock sense into him and she should do it, she should just find the right broom and knock him off his feet, so he knows what hit him. ~B
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Like the tag of the piece, ‘Blog battle’ hehehe
Nice piece. . .
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Thanks Joel care to battle? put your pen where your paper is ^_^
~B
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I will definitely think about it. . . Lets see what the wind blows *winks*
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good stuff
~B
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Nice–the housekeeper definitely sounds like better company. I never wanted to date royalty or someone extremely rich. I figured the accompanying ego would make the whole thing pointless. 🙂
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the housekeeper is definitely good company….
The Ego… definitely gets in the way but some people are really down to earth regardless of their fame or blue blood or money. ~B
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She tipped over the boat? Lol! I can see that princess outfit all soaking wet! XD
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she plum went over….. and do you know how long she took getting dressed…. hours hahaha no rest for the vain ~B
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Lololol, all those hours wasted…!
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It sounds like he wants a more down to earth kind of girl who can identify sharks properly!!
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spot on!!!!
what he wants is something under his nose.
~B
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