The Prince

I was bundled up into a carriage and we trundled along till we stopped outside a shop called Machevsky's. Through the large front window I saw that it was decorated with an abundance of navy velvet and was full of expensive looking men's accessories. How do I know this you ask? My mother would always buy my father some trinket or other from the peddlers every year for his birthday. He would always nod and thank her, but I saw the way he treasured those things. He loved those things. My parents had a relationship of mutual respect and affection, but sometimes, the way they looked at each other in those rare moments hinted at something deeper. And I had always wanted a man who would treasure something I gave him the way my father did.