The Princess And The Shepherd Boy E-Book

David Littlewood

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Princess Pollinovia is a very irregular princess. She doesn't behave like a princess at all, but likes playing in the mud and turning cartwheels.

When Polly has a chance meeting with a shepherd boy who teaches her archery, her sisters are horrified at this unladylike behaviour. But when their land is threatened by giant invaders, Polly becomes the one chosen to go and fight for her people.

The odds against her seem hopeless, but Princess Polly - together with her shepherd boy - has a surprise up her sleeve!

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THE PRINCESS AND THE SHEPHERD BOY

DAVID LITTLEWOOD

CONTENTS

Also by David Littlewood

1. The Irregular Princess

2. The Shepherd Boy

3. A Lesson in Archery

4. A Sudden Discovery

5. The Scolding

6. A Quick Learner

7. The Attack of the Walverats

8. Some Painful Interviews

9. Polly Saves the King

10. The Dark Lands

11. The Flying Bed

12. What the Prophet Said

13. The Invasion of the Nephilites

14. War

15. Off to Battle

16. The Challenge

17. The Fight

18. Drinking Destiny

19. The Plan

20. The Rescue

21. The Fiery Dragon

22. The Return of the Heroes

23. The Prophet's Solution

24. A Very Happy Union

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Notes

Copyright (C) 2021 David Littlewood

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Icarus O'Brien - Scheffer

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

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CHAPTER1

THE IRREGULAR PRINCESS

Princess Pollinovia shifted uncomfortably on the chair she was sitting on. True, it was a very fine chair, made especially for the princess to watch her mother's coronation as Queen. But, to a feisty young girl like Pollinovia, the whole thing seemed a frightful bore and she was getting fidgety.

Her mother, now Queen Aavantar of Universaria, looked stunning in her royal gown with all those sequins and diamonds sewn into it. And the glittering crown, which had just been placed upon her head, really topped off the whole outfit.

Everyone rejoiced at the coronation because Aavantar was believed to be the noblest Queen ever to have been crowned in Universaria. Pollinovia had heard the story again and again of how her mother had gone to rescue a people called the Omnigrots from a terrible curse put on them by an evil wizard.

The curse had transformed the once proud people into hideous goblins. But through her mother's love and duty, the curse had been lifted and they were now restored to the tall and beautiful people they once were.1

At Queen Aavantar's side, wearing his own crown, was her husband, King Raghan. He looked dashing and handsome—quite unlike when she had first met him, and he had been a hideous goblin. But thanks to the Queen's love and bravery, he had been transformed back into a handsome prince. Aavantar had fallen in love with him while he was still a goblin, but now his body was restored to its right form, he made a fitting husband for the new Queen.

Now, in Universaria, their customs were somewhat different from other lands of the time. While most lands had the custom of the eldest son taking the throne after the death of a king, in Universaria it was the custom that the eldest daughter became queen and her husband became king. Of course, in Aavantar's case, it didn't make much of a difference—she had no brothers or sisters anyway, as she was the only daughter of Queen Creola and King Grallion, who had ruled long and well.

Because of her heroic deeds, Aavantar had become the heroine of the people, and there had been many great celebrations in the land when her first child was born, a daughter called Mayolinthan. You might wonder why they called their daughters by such long names, but that was simply the custom of royalty in those days. Aavantar also had another daughter called Cresethame, and then a son they called Krennion. All three of them grew up perfect in the way princes and princesses are imagined to be.

However, when the last daughter came along, everyone could see there was something different about her. For a start, instead of having blue eyes and blonde hair like princesses are supposed to have, Pollinovia’s hair was red and her eyes were green. She also had freckles on her face and a mischievous look. Even as a baby, she would throw the rattle out of her pram, something unheard of in a princess—in those times, anyway. As soon as she could crawl, she would chase all the royal cats and dogs around the corridors and play with her brother's toy soldiers rather than the many beautiful dolls she was given.

And—horror of horrors—when she learned to walk the princess would sneak outside and play in the mud rather than on the lush, thick carpets in the palace! She became the despair of her nurses. They gave her lots of scoldings even though they all loved her dearly. Princesses are supposed to look neat and tidy and their hair should be immaculately groomed. But Princess Pollinovia always seemed to have mud on her clothes. And her hair, no matter how the nurses combed it, had a will of its own.

One day, after a long and peaceful reign, Queen Creola passed away. There was great sadness among the people who loved their Queen, but also excitement that a new Queen, Aavantar, would ascend to the throne. King Grallion had gone into retirement after blessing his daughter, and now all that remained was to crown the new Queen.

But that is where Pollinovia (or 'Polly' as everyone called her for short - it seemed more fitting for a young scamp than ‘Pollinovia’) started to cause problems for those around her. She had enjoyed riding in the royal carriage and waving to the crowds that stood by the roadside, but she really wanted to get up and sit next to the driver. Her sisters and brother actually had to stop her from climbing out of the window of the carriage!

"For goodness sake, Polly," her sister, Mayolinthan had hissed. "Sit still or you'll fall out of the carriage!"

"But I want to sit by the driver!" said Polly, and by way of a protest put her face into a pout for the rest of the journey and refused her sisters' attempts to get her to wave at the crowds, as royalty are expected to do.

"Oh dear! You are such a naughty girl!" said sister Cresethame. "Just what are we going to do with you?"

Polly said nothing and buried her face in her hands.

She enjoyed the banquet that was held after her mother's coronation, despite managing to spill gravy all down the dress that had been specially made for her to wear. Then again, she didn't really like the dress as it made her feel more like a parcel than a girl. "Rotten frumpy thing!" she muttered as her nurse had struggled to fit her into it.

Now as she sat listening to the long, long speeches made by visiting dignitaries in praise of her mother, Polly shifted around more and more on the chair. She longed to go out in the palace garden and play, do some cartwheels and run around. Of course, she had been told that princesses were not supposed to behave like that—certainly her sisters would never have dreamed of turning a cartwheel or running around—but then again, Polly was not like a regular princess at all.

CHAPTER2

THE SHEPHERD BOY

Polly was very pleased when at last all the boring speeches came to an end and she was able to slip away. She knew that the various important visitors who had come to the coronation were going to be presented to her parents, and she certainly did not want to stay for that, as she feared it would be even more boring. So, while her sisters chatted together in their usual regal manner, Polly slipped out of the great hall and made her way along the passageway which she hoped led to the garden.

The passageway was quite dark and Polly didn't really know where she was going—she had never been to the great hall before. But then she came to a turn and found that on one side there was a courtyard with a lush green lawn in the middle of it. Just the place for running around and turning some cartwheels, she thought.

She went out into the courtyard and saw there was a boy about her own age in the middle of it. He was a little taller than her with black hair and a tanned face that showed he spent quite a lot of time out in the sunshine. He wore servant clothes, but that was of no concern to Polly who was just glad she had found someone of her own age to talk to. Besides, the boy was holding something in his hand which intrigued her.

She walked up to him and said, "Hello! Who are you?"

"I might ask you the same question," said the boy. "I ain't seen you ‘round here before."

"Huh," said Polly, wondering how this boy could have missed seeing her as a royal princess. “Don't you know who I am?"

"Yes, you're a girl!" said the boy. "No doubt one of them posh lot in there!" He pointed to the great hall. "Mind you," he laughed, "you don't look so posh with all that gravy spilt down your front!"

Princess Polly looked down on her dress with embarrassment and her face flushed bright red. "How dare you talk to me like that," she shouted, clutching her fists together.

"Well, isn't it true?" asked the boy. "You've got a right posh dress on, yet you've managed to spill gravy all down the front of it. Now, if I had posh clothes—which I haven't—I'd certainly know to treat them better than that."

"You … you … cheeky boy!" Polly’s temper was rising fast."I've a good mind to give you a … a … a punch on the nose!"