For Hrh Princess Shirley

Imagine this, a rose descended from the thorns of age of royal origins in distant lands, she caught the eye of a young man, a strapping farmer, a commoner as such. This man, possessed by taste and will, a fortitude so few would entertain he did not ask, he took her hand and knowing fully his predicament, no better judgment could exist a union of the noble and the bold. What would he say, this man named Theobald? Would kindly eyes send ancient smiles upon descendant Princess Shirley, oh yes, as do the masses of the folks who've had the opportunity, the luck of basking in her grace and genuine warmth. Who of you men and women, who would stand and point the finger at a better royal pair? Who would not want to live within the shadow of graciousness and sheer humanity? As they look back in generations yet to come there will be twinkles in the eyes of the historians, but not a single little cause for discontent. I say, my friends, we are the ones who see what Gods and humans can create for this strange world, and let us praise the one they call the Real Princess and give a smile to her, it's all we can return.