Bedtime stories for kids. For when your child just cannot sleep. E-Book

Brenda Turner

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

We can use stories to speak to the mind, body, and spiritual things beyond our understanding but resonate with them in a profound, direct, and indirect way. Stories are created in our language to supply tangible methods for determining things that are seemingly beyond our world, like space, the heavens, the foremost distant depths of the world, and the longest depths of souls. Through storytelling, we can shape our inner landscapes and be guided on journeys that might seem impossible were it not for the facility of our imaginations. When specifically applied to specific moments in our lives, individual stories and myths and guided narratives offer spiritual and spiritual transformation and physical transformations. "Bedtime Stories" contains relaxing stories to fall asleep fast, for stress relief and a good night's sleep. These stories are designed to bring the mind and soul into an environment hypnotic and relaxing. It offers a journey to the farthest points of space and time, from the world's acute depths to the littlest microcosm, to the farthest reaches of our known universe, to the last macroscope. These tales are relaxing to read and excellent for those who got to catch some sleep. With each story, you will be swept off into a faraway place, a dreamland where people, places, and things aren't as they appear - where everything seems almost…surreal in a sense. Doing so offers an excellent way to understand these stories. "Bedtime Stories" will give you all the information you need to start making and serving up delicious and nutritious dishes in minutes. As you get through life, there are tons of things that would have transpired in the day, but having a calm and quiet night's rest is the best way to recuperate and stay in shape. Nothing compares to a memorable bedtime story under comfortable spreads. Do not hesitate to grab a COPY today!

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Table of Contents

Marigolds and the Lord

The King's Sorrow

Acharya.

Fate and Friendship's Bonds

The Most Genuine Beauty

The Hunters' League

Distressed Young Man

Princess Precocious

The Queens' Retaliation

The Bard and the Barmaid.

BEDTIME STORIES FOR KIDS

For when your child just cannot sleep.

Brenda Turner

Marigolds and the Lord

Once upon a time, there lived a rich lord who was notorious for striking terror into the hearts of all of his subjects. This was not due to his physical presence or even his attitude. On the other side, Lord Jonathan Carlyle was young, handsome, and had a dry wit that made even the sternest elders want to laugh. But why was he so feared? This was due to the Lord's book of town history, which not only documented the activities of the town but also allowed him the ability to control the town's fate, precisely, the pen he used to do so. And Lord Carlyle was notorious for wreaking havoc on his subjects while he was in a bad mood.

One day, the Lord was suffering from back problems, which had afflicted him since his youth, and he vented his rage on the unfortunate town in the shape of a vicious thunderstorm. The storm not only flooded farms, gardens, and many homes, but it also soaked a man who happened to be walking into the Lord's house at the time it started. Unfortunately, in addition to being saturated with the skin, the man was apprehended by the Lord himself while stealing a few marigolds from his yard.

"You thieving scum, drop my roses!" The Lord gave the warrant, enraged that someone would dare to rob from him. "Aren't you aware that I'm still having a difficult day? You'll have to compensate for the folly."

"I beg you, please!" the guy pleaded, his hands trembling from the cold and his imminent ruin. "I have a family, my Lord! And my wife needs these marigolds to recover from her disease. There is little else that can heal her, and marigolds thrive here!"

Lord Carlyle shook his head, muttering that the guy was stupid, for he should have just pleaded for payment for the flowers.

"But, My Lord, I couldn't compensate. My family is still struggling to make ends meet! "The guy objected.

"Well, then, you'll compensate for them with your servitude," the Lord said emphatically. "Until the last of the days."

Since he was nearing the end of his years and couldn't stand the thought of never having his wife or children again, the man started to weep. When the Lord saw this, his stony heart softened somewhat, and he made the man a bargain. "If you promise that you will submit one of your children to serve in your position by this time tomorrow, you will return home with as many marigolds as your wife needs. And if the child can entertain me and share good stories, I will provide for them as if they were my own, providing them with the finest clothing, food, and comforts. And if that child ever shares a story that is more entertaining than either of mine, I will set him or her free."

The man's face lit up with delight as he heard this. "Laura," he cried, referring to his oldest sibling. "She'll come to our rescue. She's going to rescue us all!"

"Is she just such a fine storyteller?" Lord Carlyle inquired.

"Oh, without a doubt, the best in this entire area!" exclaimed the guy. "And the most lovely."

"Then go," the Lord replied. "But be warned: if she isn't here by this time tomorrow, I'll ruin your happiness with something much worse than this hurricane."

The guy quickly vowed his allegiance to the deal and dashed home as far as his shaky legs could take him. As a result, Laura returned on schedule the next day, after a tearful goodbye to her relatives. She despised the Lord with every fiber of her being for condemning her to a life of imprisonment, but she claimed to like him from the outset. Lord Carlyle had no idea she was using her small stature, soft blue eyes, and friendly demeanor to win his confidence and love. Laura was ready to avenge herself and her town for the suffering the Lord had caused them over the years with his pen, and she patiently waited for a chance to hit.

However, as time progressed, Laura learned that her captor was a gentleman who was blown away by her storytelling skills. He also kept his pledge to her father, lavishing her with exquisite clothes, lovely accommodations, and delectable meals.

"Marvelous," he said one day after she told him a tale about a child who met a giant and became fabulously rich after avenging his father's death and gaining the giant's riches.

"And is it sufficient to give me my freedom?" she inquired.

The Lord simply smiled and twirled his pen between his fingertips. "No, not at all."

Such an exchange occurred regularly, with Laura sharing an even better tale than the previous period, pleading for her independence and being refused. To her delight, the more she waited, the less dissatisfied she got. Her friendliness towards Lord Carlyle became more real with each passing day, and when the Lord himself questioned why she was so kind to him, she responded frankly, "You're not like the majority of men I've known. Most people have teaspoon-sized creativity and a limited amount of wit." "And none of them is just as handsome, either," she said, while she was still trying to win his confidence.

"You're a daring young lady, aren't you?" he remarked, the corner of his mouth twitching with laughter. "You wouldn't think so based on your appearance or speech, but if a flock of sheep had to choose between fleeing your sharp words and a wolf, I believe they will flee you first."

As she often did, Laura smiled and lamented that Lord Carlyle was both charming and cruel at the same moment. Her gaze was drawn to his pen, which he brought with him everywhere, and an idea started to develop in her head.

What if the pen is the source of his evil? She was puzzled. Maybe if he didn't have his pen, he'd be just as nice on the inside as he seems to be on the outside. Maybe if I could find a way to keep them apart for a while, he'd turn out to be a decent guy after all.

So, after dinner with the Lord, Laura stayed up almost the whole night dreaming and perfecting how she would separate the man from his most precious possession. And, as morning arrived, she took action. She stormed into Lord Carlyle's study, where he sat writing in his logbook, and challenged him to a story battle, proclaiming that today she will finally regain her independence. The Lord was perplexed and replied, "I see you're as daring as ever. So, let's get started!"

The format of the plot war was straightforward. One would begin the story by speaking one line of a new plot and pausing so that the other could continue with the next, and the contestants would repeat this sequence, trying to beat the other with the best narrative twist imaginable. The game will end only until one of the players conceded defeat. And Laura, being the astute young lady that she was, had found that Lord Carlyle could never refuse a challenge, and in the ensuing war of wits, the Lord leaped from his throne, exposing both his logbook and pen.

Laura shoved the Lord as far as she could, grabbed control of the chair, grasped the pen firmly in her palm, and started scribbling quicker than an arrow that had just been released from its bow.

"How dare you!" exclaimed the Lord, scrambling up from the floor and lunging at her, though not quickly enough. Before his fingertips could graze her trailing sleeve, a suit of armor came to life, taking him by the sleeve of his sleeve and pulling him down to the manor dungeons. Laura continued to write and watched them, giggling while the man in armor escorted Lord Carlyle away.

"Tell me, My Lord," she teased as he stared at her. "How do you feel about being trapped in your own home?"

"Release me immediately!" he yelled, rattling the bars of his cage. "And put down the ink. I am its Lord!"

"Well, then," Laura said, laughing again. "It already has a mistress, doesn't it? I can care of time as well. Don't you think it's past due for our town to see any good fortune?" She then left him alone and continued to bless the town for many days, showering the crops with just the correct amount of sun and rain, forcing vendors to search and produce new wares, and allowing whole mounds of marigolds to flourish everywhere. After those days, she returned to a wretched and severely humbled lord who begged and pleaded for her freedom.

"Maybe I'll let you go free..." she pondered. "...if you may demonstrate that the character has improved. Here's my proposal: I can release you if you take a pledge to apologize to the people formally and devote the remainder of your life atoning for your sins. In addition, "Her star-like blue eyes twinkled. "If you destroy the pen as a token of good faith, I will not only release you, but I will also marry you." She hoped that the Lord would give up his influence, as she had grown to care about him in recent months.

The Lord took the oath right away because his confinement had allowed him time to dwell about his previous conduct, which he was now profoundly embarrassed by, and because he had fallen deeply in love with Laura. He threw the pen into the first fireplace they passed as soon as he was free. "But why didn't you keep that for yourself?" he asked his bride-to-be as the ink withered to flame and ash in front of them.

"Because such great strength will corrupt even the purest of hearts," Laura replied. "Even though I was doing so much good for the place, I had a strong urge to do great harm as well. It's no surprise you were the dictator you did!"

"And I'll never be that way again," Lord Carlyle vowed, kissing her on the brow.

Several weeks later, the two wed, and after the service, Laura told her guests the story of how she and the Lord came to be husband and wife. She shared her story with grace and charisma, as always, making everybody gasp, scream, and cry. When Lord Carlyle heard it, he said, "Truly a fantastic tale. But, my darling, the contract is still in place. You've just outwitted me, and you've won your independence." The Lord said this in jest, but to his surprise, Laura seemed to have taken his words to heart as she rose, grinned, and exited the dining hall.

Laura arrived some minutes later, carrying two marigolds, just as the Lord's heart started to break apart from the pain of missing his beloved. She tucked one into his breast pocket and the other into her neck, then said, resignedly, "Oh, my goodness. I think I took these without your permission. What a blunder! So, I guess I'll be a prisoner for the rest of my life." She let out a deep sigh. "Isn't it tragic?"

The King's Sorrow

Felicia Morein fiddled nervously with the hood of her leaf-green cape, drawing it tighter around her mass of crimson curls. Where had he gone? Where has her beloved gone? What was he doing being so late? They'd decided to meet in the clearing at midnight, as they usually did.

However, Brian did not return until half an hour after the scheduled time. The teenage witch was thrilled to see her love's armor gleaming in the moonlight, and she sighed with satisfaction as he finally approached her.

"Why are you arriving so late, my love? What kept you waiting? I was terrified!" She slid into his embrace, which folded around her and held her tightly.

Yet there was something wrong, and Felicia spotted it right away. Not only was his grip rigid and unnatural, but her abilities enabled her to read his thoughts, which greatly perplexed her.

"How are you doing? Your emotions... they're so perplexing tonight. I realize you're happy to see me, but you're still afraid to look at me. Why is this so?" She reached out to smooth his golden locks, but he pulled back, and she was taken aback to see tears in his eyes. "What exactly is the problem? Oh, please inform me. I can't stand seeing you like this!"

Brian started crying. "I'm not going to be able to manage that. I simply cannot!"

"What are you going to do?" Felicia approached him and attempted to hug him, but he was reluctant to let her near him again.

"Don't do anything. Don't do it."

"However, why?"

Brian, unable to react, yanked at the handle of the sword that still hung by his side.

Felicia suddenly understood in a terrifying split second. "Not at all!"

"True. The monarch has decreed it. Any soldier must destroy the witch in the area nearest to his home. Any soldier owes it to their kingdom to do their service. And if we follow along, we would be honored beyond our wildest expectations. If we defy..." But Brian was in too much pain to continue.

"...and the soldier in question, and his whole family, will be killed," Felicia said quietly, her hand shielding her lips. "True. I'm aware of the latest legislation." She trembled all over for a split second, her body wracked with terror. But it quickly came to a halt.

She understood just what she wanted to do.

She slid into her lover's embrace, kissed his lips softly, and lifted the arm that held his sword to her neck. "Do it, my darling. You must save your kin. Earn the renown. Assassinate me."