Message About A Coronation

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

So I have a call that I couldn’t attend and the caller has left me this simple message “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Well the call is from a woman, one I met several years ago while I was on holiday in a hill station. I was still only 20 years old and in the 18 years that have passed I have almost forgotten her name and what she looked like – but not quite! I still have a faint recollection of this woman in a sweater and jeans walking towards the horses that were for rent to go around the gardens and estates of the hill station. I glanced at her and she glanced at me and before you knew it we were talking and introducing ourselves. A cup of coffee turned into two cups and then dinner at one of the fine restaurants in the area.

During the next 10 days (the duration of my holiday) we spent most of the time talking and taking in the sights but mostly wanting to spend time with each other. She told me very little about herself other than a few likes and dislikes and the feeling of loneliness that she had been feeling. On her last day, she asked me to pack up a picnic basket and said she wanted to go on a boa ride. While we had lunch in the middle of the lake, she confessed that she was a princess of a small European nation and that the moment she got back home, the preparations would begin for her arranged marriage to a prince of another small nation. She had no say in the matter and she wanted this time we had together as her only feelings of true love. That night before she had to leave, we made love in my room and spend the night listening to the rain.

The next morning I woke up to find her gone and a check at her hotel let me know that she had already left via flight back to her nation along with her entourage. I went back to my home and my life, knowing that I would never see her or ever hear from her again. But I know what she called me for – 18 years have passed and her daughter, a princess, is being inaugurated as the rightful queen of her nation. This is because her mother, my one time lover, is ill and cannot continue on as queen, and with the king having been dead for 10 years only the daughter is left. And that 18 year old girl looks a lot like me! I gotta go and head to that nation – my kid is being crowned as queen!

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