The Lion and The Maiden

Hello! :) I haven't been here for so long! =O Well, I have been writing all this time I was off and this story below I wrote first in portuguese (as most of you know, I'm brazilian) and then I translated to english. I hope you enjoy it, even with all-probably english mistakes.

Prologue

Firstly, you must know why I'm going to tell this story in such different way. As you might be aware, a good story should begin by telling us: "Once Upon a Time…" Or, as another choice, I'd begin introducing myself: "Hi, I'm Morpheus, I was born, I grew up, and I have been living …" and so describing in few minutes the forty-seven years that I have been living peacefully

I won't do any of them... Do you know why? Well, if all the thousand of reasons that come into my mind weren't enough, I'd tell that it's because this is not my story. It doesn't talk about me, at least not in the way you're thinking of. In this story, I'm just an observer, as I believe you'll become one too.

The story to follow has many ways to counting. The bards, so romantic, used to call it to "The King and The Maiden", and between a round of wine and excited conversations around nearby castles and taverns, they spoke about a story of love which was known by all the England. Others, likewise daring, they used to whisper only what they had been heard around there. Although, of course, the story I'm going to tell you won't be through whispers, has long I lived with the true Alexander, "The Lion" (and not less important – my son,), to tell you what truly happened.

It was a long time ago, but I still remember when my son looked Madylane for the first time. Who would have thought that something which began in a such simple way, would change the destiny of all England. He fought in wars, faced kings and queens for her love… I made a decision, sure enough that what I'm going to tell you on these pages to follow, will touch many for long, long years… Why not decades? Yes, I wish this story could be remembered by generations.

I looked at the rain outside, feeling nostalgic. When I asked myself which title I should give to this story, my wife smiled "Why not let the title which is often said by the Bards?" - she suggested. After all, there were wars, sacrifices and love at this tale wich they whisper in all over the world. Nothing fairer than attributing it to The Lion and his Lady.

And I smiled back, having found the title for my story.

Now, I begin my story…