jocelyn • zm (english translation)

I| persistent pain

It seemed like every morning but it wasn't, it was a morning that would change faith. She didn't know that the stranger who came to their house was a prince who would later become king on that day. Who would even think that young boy is a prince? He was a normal person who put on old and worn clothes. But she did understand when she saw the sparkle in his eyes he's more different than the other people in the village she lived. The smile on his lips, which warmed and reassured people, was like the summer sun.

''Every people in this area said you have the most healing fingers.''

It was the first words Jocelyn heard from him. When she smiled, she tied her arms together and leaned her hips against the table of various dried herbs.

''You heard right." She said.

He looks into the girl with eyes full of sincerity when he smiled. ''You're younger than I expect.'' He said.

''How did you expect someone?'' She said.

''All the healing hands I know was wrinkled... How old are you?''

''Sixteen.'' said Jocelyn. She looks into the boy either when she raising one eyebrow. ''You're not old too."

The Prens was only eighteen years old.

''Are you gonna heal me?'' He said.

''You have to tell your problem first.''

''My back.'' said young boy. ''I have a constantly aching place on my back. Sometimes it's not let me sleep at night.''

Jocelyn relied on her healing fingers. She told the boy to take off his shirt and lie down on the table in the middle of the room while she was looking at the oil in the bottles. While he was doing what she said she also looked at the varied oils and take the lavender oil. She knew it would be well.

When she saw the boy lying on her chest, she opens the bottle cork and walks to near the table.

''I can make you rich if I arrive in the morning without waking up in this night.'' He said.

She smiled ironically. ''You'll better buy a new shirt for yourself before making me rich.''

''I've countless shirts. This is my choice wearing this.''

''Is it?'' She put a few drops on her fingers. ''I almost think you're an important person.''

The young boy smiled too. There was always a smile on those lips. ''What's your name?'' He asks the girl with attention.

''Jocelyn. What's your's?''

''Theo.'' He lied.

After making sure that she's got the oil well into her hands, her fingers strolled on Theo's back, with smooth skin. It was weird. Teens at his age there was always had a scar on their skins. Before she even thinks about it, she took the little bump between the two shoulder blades. Theo holds his breath when his back getting strained at the same time.

''Right there.'' He said.

''I can feel it. ''

She did gently caressed around the bump. After a little time, the strained body under her hands gets relaxed.

''God.'' Whispered Theo in peace. ''Much better even now.''

''They told you that I've got magical fingers.''

He opened his eyes, which he closed when a moaned between his lips and he examined everything in his view.

''Did you know what does it do all these dried herbs?''