a funny thing happened on the way from the forum. This forum. I get behind and all and need to catch up but it is a longer process now whilst trying to find many things to entertain and educate with. Having the first blog site back I am profoundly getting backed up quicker...so...I took a break naturally!
A Royal Wedding that culminated into an onslaught of tears for me. I watched those two boys grow up, and long before I knew it was wrong to date too much younger, or inappropriate at best, I wanted to be little William's bride to be when the time came. You see I am eleven years older and when those poor boys had to lay their momma to rest I was shattered right along with them. And now it would seem he found himself a beautiful bride, older, to wed and ne'er have I seen a more brilliant couple. Even with his thinning hair he is still dashing with his mother's eyes and hair and his father's stature and teeth and all the staunch of the elite but enough of the self service his mother was known for. Today somewhere in the great halls of the wise ones and the fates that be she sat smiling and went to "war" for her boy to keep the gates closed on the rain that threatened to ruin a most poignant time in his life. The coming to full circle of his grief and the new hope he has found in a graceful beauty, a swan, Princess Katherine. No one dare give just cause when you could see his astonishment at how wonderful she looked in her almost sixteenth century ivory threads. There was no mistaking the "you astound me" or the "you look beautiful" he spoke and the smile that washed the shaken lady's glowing face. Her father had to hold her up even though she held her poise and she gripped his hand so tight I thought she'd shatter his bones until they reached the altar at the Abbey. William's own brother, Harry, couldn't believe the glorious vision of loveliness. A hall worthy of Valhalla itself ingeniously "wrecked" by beautiful greenery and made to believe Camelot was in full bloom. His father was tall and commanded a certain amount of respect but William is Arthur in my book.
I feel a little old by their youth. I feel a little sad that my Prince Charming has chosen another, and I feel a little sad that it is over and the realization that I may never see their son/daughter at this pinnacle of moments. I can only hope to see the day they crown a common woman queen and her fair groom king and the days the flowers bloom again as they once did for Camelot and the people shall eat meat again and grow fat with happiness. I will even be so bold as to hope they skip his father as he has aged more than his mum and appears all too frail to the task of leading and representing a peoples. Nothing could take this moment from them. Not all the media and the paparazzi and the anarchists that threatened the royal family in the preceding weeks. It was befitting Excalibur and I am a more romantic beast for the fairytale that unfolded before my weary eyes. But just one second...I have one thing that gets me. The kiss...it should have been a man, a powerful man raking his fingers through the long tresses as if to get himself tangled up in her beauty as he tilt her head and explores her mouth with the fervor a moment like this deserves. So as the rest of you watched, I closed my eyes and saw it in it's perfect "Editor's Edition" and that's how I will remember it! Yes, I did finally see the dual kiss kiss they shared and the freshman, almost virgin, attempt to appease their people. I want my romantic ending and not the party but the passion and the carrying off on a white steed into the sunset to his castle that stands taller than the clouds...and so, they did. A future king and his common, radiant queen, side saddle of course, rode in his arms to Camelot!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her love
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