Lady Eva insists!

Clarion call: Lady Eva is now insisting upon the First of Dates before any more correspondence with the princes!  Eva says the time for writing and phoning the princes has passed. She is worried that our cherished queen may be sorely disappointed upon meeting either The Other White Meat or The Real Megillah. And she has a legitimate point.

Our queen is quite comfortable sitting alone in her throne room. She has the Magicks of telephony and electronic messaging. She is a good speaker and a clever writer. She knows how to entice a man without overselling herself. But… until now she has refused a private audience with either prince.

She had a very real and specific reason. Namely, her viceroy and the Lady Chamberlain both insisted she attend to very serious business matters in the kingdom. A complement of ambassadors had come from a faraway land to inspect the farms and industry here in Aes Sidhe for three days, and it was imperative she receive them graciously each and every day. There were great preparations made for this visit, taking months of planning and execution before the emissaries arrived. They were to spend three days in the land, which they did in accordance with prior treaties written three years earlier. It was only yesterday that they boarded their ships and sailed away with holds filled with redolent spices and exquisite tapestries from our coffers. In return we received another three-year treaty. All in all, a comfortable victory for both sides.

But that task is now complete, so the queen must move ahead with her plans for the kingdom. She should tarry no longer, Eva says.  She will be resplendent and august before the princes, of that Eva has no doubt. It is only the queen who worries…

I am not used to this. Not used to being a single woman again. I mean, I have been single…. for some time, in fact. But I have not thought of myself that way. No, I haven’t thought of myself in any particular way for a long time. There was no need, and then when I first found myself to be single again I had absolutely no desire to put myself out there. I took my time to get my royal house in order first, spending a vast amount of energy in self-reflection and examination. I opened up every cupboard and cleared away all the cobwebs.

Except one.

I’m scared, Dear Readers. I know you may find that hard to believe, but it’s true. I am not afraid of putting myself in front of a man. I think that’s where Eva gets confused. I am afraid of rejection, plain and simple. I want so much to be liked that I may be willing not to be loved. If I don’t take the bull by the horns… if I do not actually meet these fellows… if I am contented to remain their devoted and erudite penpal and phone conversationalist… then I cannot possibly get hurt, right? Right???  No, it’s not that simple. I know that. I have to leave the throne room. I have to expose my vulnerable underbelly in order to experience life. I am fearless within so many facets of my existence -- why cower now? Oh, if only I had more faith in my abilities to deal with the opposite sex.

Anybody wanna double-date?

 

 

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