The next morning Christian talked to his parents. �Mother, why are you doing this?� Asked Christian. �Christian dear, we�re doing this because you need a wife and she�s just the girl we think you need.� His mother answered. � But what if she doesn�t want to marry me?� Christian asked sorrowfully. � Christian, why wouldn�t she want to marry you? You�re the prince. No girl in her right mind would turn you down.� Said his father the King. � She did.� Christian thought to himself.
Christian knew what going home meant for Stacy and he didn�t want her to be sad so he put on his best serious face. � Father, I don�t want to marry Stacy.� He said sturdily. � And why not?� Asked his father. � She�s� She�s too thin, she�s too young, and she�s too picky when it comes too food.� Christian said. �Oh, Christian. Don�t be silly. She�s healthy, not too thin. She is not too young. She�s 18, she should be married by now and so what if she�s a picky eater. That won�t matter when it comes to being Queen.� The Queen argued with Christian. � You�re going to marry Stacy, and that�s final young man.� The King told Christian forcedly. |
