Short Story: The Prince’s Holiday
They were told to pamper the prince during his stay at their resort. The best food, the best entertainment, the best spa.
The prince had other plans.
“What’s this?” the prince asked, caked from head to toe in grime and sweat.
“The seed of a maple tree,” replied the resort owner’s son.
“It has wings!”
“So that it can catch the wind to find a new home.”
They traveled most of the island like that. The prince asking, the owner’s son answering. Along the way, a relationship of mutual respect started. By the end of the prince’s holiday, they were close friends.
“Are you sure?” the resort owner asked his son, who had his belongings packed beside him.
“Then go with my blessing. Just don’t forget to come back and visit.”