Fairytale chosen by Maya Shepherd Read Free Book Online

well remembered, but now her voice appeared to him even more beautiful than he had thought. All those present were silent and listened Medea’s sang. While she sang, they flourished formally. Her eyes shone like stars and her smile took everyone under her spell. It was, of course, and radiated warmth that took Lean. Maybe he was wrong and not every girl was at his side only in his riches. The Lark agreed with a soft chirping, which caused enthusiastic giggles. A little practice, it would probably still need for a duet.
    The court applauded her as the last notes rang out. Medea bowed gratefully to all sides and throwing kisses happy with her free hand in the air. She let the people back with a smile as she stepped aside next to Daphne.
    The trumpets announced the appearance of the next candidate.
    "Heera, nineteen years old, first daughter of the farmer Theo, third chosen one."
    Lean expected to see a girl with grumpy view and rigid step entering the room. Stubborn  and reckless as he had got to know the opinion of others. But on the carpet seemed like something else. Heera’s hazelnut brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Her face did not have the usual stubborn expression, but she smiled happily and wholeheartedly. They hovered over the ground literally in his direction, but her eyes were not him, but on her sister. Almost from the moment she arrived in front of him, she stretched her thumb in the air proudly and exclaimed, as if she could not stop herself: "This is my sister!"
    Lean could not help but laugh at her enthusiasm, just like Heera herself. It was only when she noticed that she laughed with him, she fell silent and looked at him with the same challenge in mind like the first day. If the prince stood opposite to her, she did not feel like a chosen one to look in the face, but rather counterparty. Her dress had the same tone as her eyes that seemed to unite all the colours of the forest in and it seemed strangely familiar to him. He felt as if he had seen those eyes before in a strange face.
    The servant led a large horse with wide hooves in the hall - a workhorse, as she had wished. But Heera seemed to distrust the prince, because instead of saying thank you, she went searching for the animal around. She lifted his hooves, stroked his light brown coat, ran her fingers through the white mane and finally checked even teeth. The prince noticed the derogatory view of the ladies and heard the whispers.
    "What's going on, Heera? Don’t you trust me "
    "Trust is good, but control is better," she replied only with a shrug.
    "And what is your verdict?"
    She looked at him with amusement. "It's a little thin," she hesitated, but then she added: "It reminds me of you. I'll call it Lean. "
    Queen Niobe jumped out in anger and rushed to the girl. "How can you dare to compare your future king with a horse?" She went on to Heera boiling with rage and grabbed her by the wrist. But Lean intervened and broke his mother's hand gently.
    "Dear Mother, you do not be angry. It's an honour that she gave my name to the animal that will feed their families, "he tried to soothe her and took Heera once again in front of her protection. He knew that the girl wanted to provoke him and did not do him a favour.
    Niobe threw Heera a withering look before stepping back on the throne. The prince turned again to the outrageous elect. She had not disappointed him. On the contrary, so much disrespect he would not have imagined in his wildest dreams. "I regret that the horse does not meet your requirements. But maybe you can appease the cow. "
    A servant led in the second animal. This time Lean with Heera went together to the animal. He stroke over the skin. "You see how silky it is?"
    The teeth of the cow he commented: "A cow could hardly be healthier."
    Finally, he pointed to the udder. "Baffle and firm. You will be able to supply not only your family, but also their calves with enough milk. "Boldly provocative, he let his gaze wander