A Living Memory

Prince Oliver, the heir of the kingdom of Fernia was an arresting young man carrying a phenomenal appeal. Utter dejection enfolded him at a young age, from the day his mother left this mortal world. The disappearance of his elated temperament turned him to a forlorn young lad, always with a crestfallen face showing downcast composure. He expressed the most realistic euphoria for the first time in his life when a skittish maiden named Hazel made a rapturous entry in his pacific life. Their first unanticipated meet was near a riverside when Prince Oliver went out to explore the kingdom. He got off from his horse and approached the river bank to sit down under a shady tree. He was bedazzled by the cerulean blue colour of the serene river which made him engross in specific thoughts. He was interrupted by Hazel, a young vivacious woman, who also turned up at the riverside to rejuvenate herself by releasing her stress. 'Isn't it beautiful?'; said Hazel as she sat down gazing at the river with gaped eyes. She did not realise that it was the one and only Prince Oliver. 'Yes'; replied Oliver coolly. 'It's mesmerising'. Hazel who turned her head to see the face of Oliver met his conspicuous and unsullied eyes which made her dreamy but a nudge from Oliver brought her back to reality. She was startled and appalled by seeing him so she hurriedly got up to go away. 'Sit down'; said Oliver softly in a dulcet tone. 'I won't do anything'. His benignity induced her enchantment so she readily accompanied him. 'Why are you here, Prince Oliver?'; asked Hazel in a kittenish voice. 'I was exploring the kingdom and I came to this place'; responded Oliver. 'What about you?'. 'I came to this place everyday to play with my late mother when I was young'; said Hazel sounding upbeat. 'Since then this is my favourite place'. Their beatific duration of a long conversation ended with them becoming intimate companions. Prince Oliver promised Hazel that he will come to see her everyday. They slowly began to develop feelings of adulation for each other. Her rosy cheeks dazzled him and her demure introversion towards him was irresistible, while a mousy Charlie stumbled upon his lovey-dovey words timidly, unable to free himself from her ravishing aura. Her alluring eyes gave his attractive face an entrancing gaze while he slept in her arms under a tree. He looked in at Hazel's prepossessing face in veneration after he woke up which was asleep in his enjoyable cuddle. As more days passed, their fondness drove them crazy. He decided to confess his relentless feelings of affection to her with unwavering resolution one day. He placed a flower crown of sublime white lilies on her gleaming golden hair with the lavish orange hue of sunset gifting her face a glistening glow. 'I like you, Hazel'; said Oliver with consuming fervid passion. 'I see the whole world in your eyes and want to experience life holding your hand'. 'Me too. I will never let go of your hand'; said Hazel with emphasized keenness. 'You arms are the place I want to get up and also fall'. 'There might be hurdles in the coming days, but I want to win those with the power of your love'; said Oliver. The exoticism of their fervent romance blossomed rapidly. 'You are that lovely thing which I live for'; said Oliver tenderly. 'You are my world. I love you, Hazel'. The sentiments of promising fondness and contentment aroused their exhilarated hearts. The warmth of their perfervid hug cast a spell of reassurance on her making her dainty arms welcoming him more towards him thus letting him experience the blissful love which he never received before. He caressed her pudgy cheeks and she looked at his hypnotizing eyes which meant it was the start of a perpetual love. An unfeigned sensation of avidity could be seen in the staring enamoured eyes of Oliver. His face bore a unbridled yet overwrought expression. Hazel gave him a revealing gaze of effervescence. The emotive kiss was initiated by an instinctive Hazel with her scarlet moist lips touching his yearning lips. An piqued stimulation of willingness poked Oliver. He felt like he was dissolving into her body as soon as he encircled his arms around her waist and to intensify the zest his neck was by encircled her bare arms. An intuition of devouring a scrumptious chocolate struck both of them. Heartfelt passion blossomed as the two lovebirds came more closer. The departure of the two appealing lips marked an end to the relishing long-lasting kiss. They were both subjected to a rapturous smile due to each other's sprightly presence. 'Are you coming to the palace to collect the flowers?'; asked Oliver as they both lay under the tree. The palace distributed flowers to all the women of the kingdom as a token of great veneration on every Saturday. Hazel bobbed her head to say yes. 'I'll you show something cool'; said Oliver. Hazel went to the imperial palace to collect the flowers on Saturday. She sauntered through the palace passageway in the midst of the hustle bustle of the unpleasant loquacious middle-aged aunties. Someone pulled her hand all of a sudden. She was about to scream but stopped when she saw Oliver. 'Oh gosh! What is this? You scared to me death'; said a horrified Hazel annoyingly. 'I'm so sorry'; said Oliver apologetically. 'Come with me'. Darting with mirthful faces and hands held together, they came to a door with gleaming golden handles. On entering, Hazel was flabbergasted to see his greatly imposed room full of wonders. 'Is this your room?'; exclaimed Hazel in admiration. 'Yes. Do you like it?'; asked Oliver. 'Of course.' Why wouldn't I like it? This is all one could ask for'; said Hazel still looking around the lavish room. 'Wait till we get married then you can have not only this room but a hundred other rooms to yourself'; said Oliver determinedly. 'I have you and that's all I can ask for. It's more than enough'; said Hazel softly. A buoyant smile constructed their delectable faces. Cherished devotion could be sensed by the gaze of their doting eyes. An abrupt countenance of astonishment was displayed on Hazel's face along with goggled eyes as Oliver suddenly pulled her towards him. There was short time of immobilisation when their peppy eyes emitted affection to the greatest degree. He kissed her elegant lips gently causing her heart to race faster. She could feel the fervent intensity of his beating heart. A boiling sensation of uncontrollable ardour girdled them up as she slowly employed herself into the kiss with his demanding lips. His fingers ran through her velvety and sleek hair, producing an enrapturing feeling. So secure were the vibrations, that it made them inseparable but to their utter heartache, circumstances separated them at a certain time. Remedial cure full of adoration from Hazel healed Oliver's dejection. Little did he know that this heavenly love wouldn't last forever. Hazel was already diagnosed with cancer. But she still chose to love him because she knew he could be healed with her love only even if it's for a short time. The doctor already told her that she doesn't have many days left. His untroubled heart was shattered into pieces which signified his fear of losing her. Yet being crushed and grief-stricken from inside, he tried to make a sanguine atmosphere. 'We'll overcome through this together. Nothing will happen to you'; said Oliver. 'I am always with you, I won't let you leave me so easily'. His woebegone appearance and a doleful look on his face wasn't helping Hazel at all. An air of desolation blew around them only to make them feel more anguished. She knew how disconsolate he was but there was nothing she could do except for advising optimistic statements. She died after a few days. 'Always smile, Oliver, I'm really lucky that I could meet you and love you' said Hazel, as tears of agony fell down her glamorous face. 'Don't think that I'm gone because I will always be at your side'. 'Why did you love me if you were going to hurt me like this?'; said Oliver crying in torment, holding her hand. 'You know very well that I cannot live without you'. 'Who says I'm leaving you? I'm always there at your side', said Hazel looking at his woeful face. 'This hand will always hold your hand tightly. It'll never let go'. He cried his heart out, whimpering occasionally. 'Always smile, because I don't like to see you crying', said Hazel as she perished with a smile. An intense pang of heartache tortured him. Misery and distress did not allow him to come out of the heart-rending trauma. He would sit for hours and hours at the riverside looking at the calm water. However, he managed to display a radiant smile after a few days between his melancholic tears, remembering his beloved's words. And obeying her, he never cried for the rest of his life. He never felt she was gone. He always felt her warm and affectionate presence with him, protecting him from any kind of danger and always loving him. She did not not become a passionate recollection for him, instead she became a vivid living memory who was always with him.