Bell Pepper

Early Blooming Bell Pepper

King Arthur was on his way to the Army cantonments to meet the survivors of the war with the Germans when his glance fell on the beauty peeking at his carriage from behind the wall. His mesmerized gaze froze at her beautiful face, blue eyes, blond hair hiding beneath the shaggy hood and rain boots in her feet. She wasn't a tall girl and neither had attractive curves, but still she was somehow the only one the king had ever dreamed of to be his bride. His little one. Before King could stop his carriage and get down to meet her, she was already running down the street. She must be from the suburbs behind the valley, came here to watch the royal carriage passing by like the others gathered there. But from this point further, she wasn't like the others anymore. She was his. The Little Her Highness of His Nation. Though he had missed her this time but it didn't mean he was letting her go.