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soul! Your skin is like pure snow on the petal of a white lily.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Really?”
“ Really!” he exclaimed. “I feel like I could die a happy man, now that I have seen your face! If I were to die tomorrow, your face is the last thing I would want to see! Oh... and your lips!” Charmaine fell backward as he spoke, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He lay in the grass and shouted his amorous words to the sky. “Your lips are perfect! They're supple, moist, rose petal perfection!”
“ I don't know about that...” Snow said with a shrug. “I'm not that special.”
“ OH, but you ARE!” Charmaine insisted. “I would forfeit a year of my life for a chance to kiss those lips! Do you think I could ever be so lucky?”
“ Maybe. I don't know.”
“ Thank goodness! She gives me hope!” He sat up and held out his arms. “You know, you can sit on my lap... if you'd like.”
“ I don't know about that.”
He patted his leg. “Come on now. Until I can get closer to you, I'm going to be in misery. You don't want to leave me in misery, do you?”
“ Not really.”
“ Well then!” He kept patting his lap.
“ I don't even know your name!”
“ Oh... for shame ! What a terrible oversight on my part!” Charmaine exclaimed. “You'll have to forgive me, o' sweet beauty! I should have introduced myself the moment I approached! I am Charmaine. Prince Charmaine. Perhaps you've heard of me?”
Snow White shook her pretty head. “No. I haven't.”
“ Well, no matter.”
A bee whizzed by his head, which made Charmaine squeal like a schoolgirl. He sprang to his feet and made a dash for the trees.
“ Charmaine?” Snow called to him. “What happened?”
“ Nothing!” As he approached her again, he kept his eyes peeled for the bee. He didn't like things that buzzed. Or slithered. “I just got... a tad overzealous. Your beauty makes me frantic!”
“ Are you really a prince?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“ Yes! Of course! Would anyone but a prince dress as nicely as this?” He turned around so she could admire his attire. His tights, tunic, and cap were designed by his kingdom's top tailors. “Are you impressed?”
“ Um...”
“ Impressed by my princely status?”
“ I guess. Kind of.”
“ Do you think I'm handsome?”
Snow White stared at him for several seconds, squinting her eyes as she scrutinized him. She had to admit, he was probably as classically handsome as a man could be, with his chiseled cheekbones, square jaw, and glistening blonde hair. Even his eyebrows were perfection. “I guess you're handsome,” she finally admitted.
“ Would you like me to sing for you?” Charmaine asked. “I can sing if you want me to. Every besotted gentleman should serenade his lady!”
“ You can if you want.”
So Charmaine cleared his throat.
“ Beeeeooooootiful Snow Whiiiiiite... makes me hiiiiigher than a kiiiite! I want to touch her haaaair! She has me quite ensnaaaared!”
He was a truly terrible singer, and his lyrics were quite possibly the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Nevertheless, Snow politely clapped her hands for him.
“ Her skiiin is like an angel's skin! Her heart I hooope to someday win!”
“ Thank you, Prince Charmaine,” she praised him. “That was lovely.”
“ Really?” He knelt on the ground beside her and grabbed her hand. “You really liked it?”
“ I did!” she lied. “It was very nice. I've never been serenaded before.”
“ I'll serenade you every day, if you'd like!”
“ I--”
“ Would you like that, my beautiful darling?”
“ Y-yes. Yes, I would.” She didn't want to hurt his feelings.
“ Wonderful!” Charmaine leapt to his feet and hoisted her from the ground. “So you'll permit me to call on you again?”
“ Call... on me?”
“ Yes! Like a suitor!” Charmaine lowered his voice and leaned toward her. “Or better yet... your boyfriend?”
“ Oh!” Snow's hands flew to her
She wrinkled her nose. “Really?”
“ Really!” he exclaimed. “I feel like I could die a happy man, now that I have seen your face! If I were to die tomorrow, your face is the last thing I would want to see! Oh... and your lips!” Charmaine fell backward as he spoke, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He lay in the grass and shouted his amorous words to the sky. “Your lips are perfect! They're supple, moist, rose petal perfection!”
“ I don't know about that...” Snow said with a shrug. “I'm not that special.”
“ OH, but you ARE!” Charmaine insisted. “I would forfeit a year of my life for a chance to kiss those lips! Do you think I could ever be so lucky?”
“ Maybe. I don't know.”
“ Thank goodness! She gives me hope!” He sat up and held out his arms. “You know, you can sit on my lap... if you'd like.”
“ I don't know about that.”
He patted his leg. “Come on now. Until I can get closer to you, I'm going to be in misery. You don't want to leave me in misery, do you?”
“ Not really.”
“ Well then!” He kept patting his lap.
“ I don't even know your name!”
“ Oh... for shame ! What a terrible oversight on my part!” Charmaine exclaimed. “You'll have to forgive me, o' sweet beauty! I should have introduced myself the moment I approached! I am Charmaine. Prince Charmaine. Perhaps you've heard of me?”
Snow White shook her pretty head. “No. I haven't.”
“ Well, no matter.”
A bee whizzed by his head, which made Charmaine squeal like a schoolgirl. He sprang to his feet and made a dash for the trees.
“ Charmaine?” Snow called to him. “What happened?”
“ Nothing!” As he approached her again, he kept his eyes peeled for the bee. He didn't like things that buzzed. Or slithered. “I just got... a tad overzealous. Your beauty makes me frantic!”
“ Are you really a prince?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“ Yes! Of course! Would anyone but a prince dress as nicely as this?” He turned around so she could admire his attire. His tights, tunic, and cap were designed by his kingdom's top tailors. “Are you impressed?”
“ Um...”
“ Impressed by my princely status?”
“ I guess. Kind of.”
“ Do you think I'm handsome?”
Snow White stared at him for several seconds, squinting her eyes as she scrutinized him. She had to admit, he was probably as classically handsome as a man could be, with his chiseled cheekbones, square jaw, and glistening blonde hair. Even his eyebrows were perfection. “I guess you're handsome,” she finally admitted.
“ Would you like me to sing for you?” Charmaine asked. “I can sing if you want me to. Every besotted gentleman should serenade his lady!”
“ You can if you want.”
So Charmaine cleared his throat.
“ Beeeeooooootiful Snow Whiiiiiite... makes me hiiiiigher than a kiiiite! I want to touch her haaaair! She has me quite ensnaaaared!”
He was a truly terrible singer, and his lyrics were quite possibly the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Nevertheless, Snow politely clapped her hands for him.
“ Her skiiin is like an angel's skin! Her heart I hooope to someday win!”
“ Thank you, Prince Charmaine,” she praised him. “That was lovely.”
“ Really?” He knelt on the ground beside her and grabbed her hand. “You really liked it?”
“ I did!” she lied. “It was very nice. I've never been serenaded before.”
“ I'll serenade you every day, if you'd like!”
“ I--”
“ Would you like that, my beautiful darling?”
“ Y-yes. Yes, I would.” She didn't want to hurt his feelings.
“ Wonderful!” Charmaine leapt to his feet and hoisted her from the ground. “So you'll permit me to call on you again?”
“ Call... on me?”
“ Yes! Like a suitor!” Charmaine lowered his voice and leaned toward her. “Or better yet... your boyfriend?”
“ Oh!” Snow's hands flew to her
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