Crazed by the old’ stories, here’s a legend. Elijah was the Amish citizen. He was the richest of the Amish hoi polloi. Now, one wouldn’t call him a millionaire, just a middle class citizen of the breath-taking Pennsylvania. On the other hand, Georgia was the rich city girl but, having a royal twist I her life. Being the third heir to the throne didn’t make her any important. So she stood up on her on feet.
One day she landed on Pennsylvania. As a break from her city life. She immediately knew that she made the right decision. She was a bestselling author in London. For her next book, she needed to go into exile to some peaceful place. Stars-crossed. Elijah and Georgia met. In the fair, in a small town called Sugartown. Georgia stood with her camera, clicking away the events around her. One of them being the horse race. Of course Elijah had taken part. He had one of the finest horses in Sugartown – a silvery black Clydesdale bred. Georgia was fascinated, she zoned out on the race-horse.
“Want a ride?” Elijah, being the gentleman he is, offered her a ride on his horse. He had noticed her odd presence in the crowd that had gathered to watch the race. She stood there in her baby fuchsia knee length, three fourth sleeved dress and white satin palm gloves. Her hair was tied up delicately in a ponytail. Elijah couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Uhh-Umm. No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to trouble you. I – ”
“I don’t mind. I am Elijah Weber by the way.” He lifted his hand in order to shake.
“Georgia Blaketon. Nice to meet you.” She met her palm with his.
“Blaketon as in the crown? My apologies, your majesty.” He tries to bow down but, Georgia being as informal as ever, stops him from doing so. She always liked it out of the limelight.
“Please, it’s Georgia. I don’t think I like the ‘majesties’. So, can I have a ride, Elijah?” She waved of the awkwardness and smiled.
“Sure, your majes- I mean Georgia.”
That’s how they met. Started off as friends. And soon it was more than friends. Georgia loved being around him. Elijah was head over heels for her. They were a perfect match for each other. The perfect, unlikely match.
Months passed and came a time where the families met. The Blaketon’s immediately disapproved of their relationship. But, Georgia was adamant. They met indeed. In the end, the decision was made.
The crown, Georgia’s mother, prohibited her and Elijah to meet each other. Georgia cried and fought for love, But fate planned something else for her.
She was about to leave Pennsylvania. Elijah stood in a corner, where he couldn’t be seen, salty tears escalating down his cheeks silently. But, Georgia knew and loved him too well, she knew he was around. She looked and looked and found him crying in a nook of the station. She caught him by surprise and lifted his chin.
They stood in each other’s embrace for a minute, in the haven. It was now Elijah’s turn to surprise Georgia. He held her waist with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other. He smashed his lips on hers. That moment, they heard the engine of the train. Elijah lifted her up, bridal style and carried her to his horse. They both climbed up and ran away into the resting sun’s horizon. And they lived happily ever after.
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