William was not done. He stood between the windows and created gardens filled with tulips, daisies, and best of all, blue roses. Blue Roses represented all that was Isabel, rare and beautiful.
Though the dungeon was under ground, William had altered Isabel’s reality.
Isabel began to wake. Something felt different. Her bed felt soft like it was no longer made of straw. Her eyes fluttered open and she thought she was still asleep and dreaming. Her eyes roamed her cell, but it was no longer a cell. It was a bedroom fit for a princess. She sat up with her legs dangling from her bed when she noticed that her bed and furnishings were French provincial. She looked down at her feet and golden slippers were waiting to adorn her feet.
“Oh my!” Exclaimed Isabel. “Where am I?!” She notices the morning sun coming from the two bay windows, where there was never windows before. Looking down, her eyes took in the beauty and tears threatened to spill. “Blue roses! My favorite rose of all. “
“They remind me of you, dear Isabel.” Said William.
Isabel remembered her mother coming to her in her dream. She also vaguely remembered other times when an angelic figure with golden brown tresses told her that she was her Blue Rose. Now she realized the angel was her very own ma-ma! There was something about the blue rose that she remembered her mother saying.
“My darling Isabel. My blue rose. Blue roses are the rarest of roses and you are mine. I am with you always my princess.”
“William said that I am his blue rose also.” Said Isabel.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the heel of her hand. She felt blessed to know what her mother looked like and that she resembled her.
Isabel’s eyes were drawn to another door. It was white with gold hardware. She opened it to find a privy like she had never seen before. It was even nicer and more futuristic than the privy in the palace she lived in before she was condemned to the dungeon. The floor was gold and marble tiles. A shining commode with a handle that flushed fresh water! And next to it was a wash basin waist high with hot and cold running water. She turned just a bit and she saw a sparkling tub with gold fixtures. She reached in and lifted a leaver and turned a knob and cold water sprayed her arm and upper chest. She squealed with joy.
Just then there was a knock. Where was the knock coming from? Where the cell door was is now a door. She opened it to find William standing there all smiles.
“I hope your accommodations are to your liking Princess Isabel.”
“They are beautiful, but I told you. I am not a princess anymore. My father does not love me. He does not claim me as his own flesh and blood.”
“Ah lass, but he will in time. In the mean time what say we go take a flight over the castle and picnic in the moors next to the waterfall over there? Can you see it about a half mile that way?” William pointed in the direction of the waterfall.
“That would be wonderful, but how? We are under ground and if we go upstairs we will be seen!” Said Isabel.
Previously published on Bubblews