Once upon a time, in a mythical land called Trondheim. There lived a princess and a queen, sisters; not by blood but by choice. Their castle was small but it was a home, put at the very top of the city they called home: they could see all around them. The princess and the queen loved eachother very much, but the queen was very unhappy. All her life she had wanted to write, and to make a living of it. To have hundreds and thousands of people read her thoughts and to think they mattered. Time and time again the queen tried to write, she started on books, poems and stories. But nothing really fitted for her. At last she tried to start a blog, the format and the feeling of talking to the people that wrote her thoughts made her love it.
But the burden of being a queen, the pressure of her life, and the responsibility of taking care of all her people turned to much for the queen. And the love she had for writting was not enough to keep her away from her people, and sadly she had to quit writing for a while. After some time, and after she had taken care of her people the queen grew ill. Her mind could not take all the high pressure of taking care of others, or the responsibilities of being a queen. Soon she had no energy to do anything, and slowly she closed herself away in her castle.
More time went, and the troubles of her land calmed down. Soon her people did not need her as much as before. Slowly she grew stronger, and decided to get back in to her writing. But as she sat down, with new energy and feeling, ready to start writing again. She discovered that she could no more, desperation filled her and she cried out. Soon after she called on all the best healers in her own land and the neighbouring ones. They all checked her, and tried to figure out why the queen could not write anymore. At last a man came from a land far away called Oslo.
He was a powerful healer and had heard about the troubles that was bothering the queen. Upon arriving at the castle he askied not to meet with the queen, but to meet with the princess. The Princess of Midtbyen, greeted him puzzled in her chambers. There the healer and the princess had a long talk about the queen, and how she had acted the last few months. When they were done, the healer thought that he had found the solution to the queens troubles. Now ready to meet with the queen she meet with him in the throneroom, excited to see if he could help her find her writing again.
The man was very wise, probably more than most people. Able to understand and forsee things that others didnt. But what he had not expected was the fact that the queen was young, young and graceful. Carrying herself with such a dignity that he was speechles. The queen noticed how the healer had paused when he saw her, and she blushed before she asked him if he had a cure for her. He nodded and told the queen that what she was lacking was inspiration, and that he could give it back to her. Excited she told him to give her her inspiration back imideatly, and so he did. For days he was working on a potion to present to the queen sure that it would make her able to find her inspiration again. When it was done he presented it to her and she drank it, the whole castle was quiet while waiting to see if this stranger could help their beloved queen.
Moments after she had finished it, she could feel a warmth spread through her. And not long after she could feel how much she wanted to write. But before she could do that she had one last thing to do. Looking back at the healer she smiled and said "For the man who gave me my passion back, no price is to high. Name it and it shall be yours." The man looked suprised and then said "Mi'Lady, all I wanted back was to see thee smile. Such a beautiful lady should never stop smiling. And if I can make her smile again, maybe she will marry me, so that I can spend the rest of my days making sure thee never frown again." And before he could finish his sentence the queen smiled again, and again. Rising from her throne she walked over to the healer and took his hand. For what more can a queen want, than a partner who makes her smile, and makes her life easier to follow her passions?
I hope you all liked my little story, most of it is true. I am not a queen, and my bestfriend who lives with me is only a princess to her friends. We do live in a penthouse apartment at the top of Trondheim, and it is a castle to us and our friends. I did loose my spark to write because a lot of shit that I was going through, and the fact that I could not seem t find my thing to write about. But, guess what? I found it, and there was no magical potion involved(unless wine counts), but there was a healer. His name will stay a secret for now, so dont ring the churchbells yet. So maybe stick around? See the changes that are going to happen, because they are going to be awesome.