The story of A Girl and Her King, joins the young protagonist as she grows in her commitment towards her good king. She is young and he is old. He teaches, her watches over her, protects her. He has taken her to the battlefield, the arena, and now asks her to find her place inside the calm environment of her old home, where challenges abound to test her dedication to him in even in the smallest matters. She does not yet know what form their love will take, if he will one day bring her to live with him in the palace, or request she stay in that quiet home forever. But willing to wait, she receives the lessons he has in store for her.
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They were whispering on all sides. “Look the king has chosen someone! Who did he choose?”
“Who is that?” They whispered. “We’ve never heard of him! He’s too quiet! No, king – choose someone more like us!”
The king silenced the crowd. He ignored their words. Their words were not true – they did not matter.
“I have chosen this man of my own heart…Here is my daughter.” Beside the man a young woman stepped out onto the balcony. She had flowers in her hair and a veil over her head. Her dress was white with lace. She looked beautiful.
The crowd began to yell. They did not yell kind words. The man stood strong. Philothea who had walked out smiling began to fear. She caught glimpses of what they were saying…and it hurt her.
The man looked to the King. The king looked to the crowd. “My people!” he said, “Behold the Man!”
Why didn’t the king say anything else? A storm of cries came from the crowds. The king joined the hands of the girl and the boy and he whispered to them, “do not be afraid. I have set my seal upon you – you shall be a light to the nations, dearer to me than all other people, though all the earth is mine.” Philothea’s hands shook but the man stepped toward her. He held her hands. He was not forceful. He was not mean. He may have felt fear, too. He held her hand gently. He was like her king.
“I love your heart,” she said.
Since the moment the king had brought them together she was drawn to this man. “He is like my love,” she said.
They joined hearts on that balcony and as the king pronounced the words a shout of joy ran through the crowd. The lies were silenced and angels hidden among the people celebrated and rejoiced this new union in Heaven.
“May they give glory to the king!” They shouted.
“And may His Glory reign on earth!”
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Could she have felt sad? Later on she looked at the king. “But he is not you,” she told him.
“No, that’s true.” The king bade Philothea sit on his lap. “You remember the days I drew you out of the wilderness and called you mine. You remember the joy and the heartache as I courted you. Look my daughter, we shall always be in love. I will always be a brother and a father to you. I am the spouse of your heart, like the Queen Mother, she was given a husband because of my plan. You are not afraid.”
“No I am not afraid,” she had her head on his shoulder.
“Then arise my beloved, my beautiful one and come – your prince here on earth is waiting for you. He loves you. He has waited for you all your life and though you did not know it you have waited for him. Come and share your Master’s joy.
And that day there was much rejoicing.
