Der Wunsch des Prinzen

In the quiet chambers of my mind, where starlight sketches constellations of thought and the cosmos hums a silent, resonant melody, a singular aspiration has taken root. I, Prince Andrew James Webster, scion of London, Ontario, a soul born on the eve of a new year, a fragile seven pounds, four ounces, find myself adrift in an ocean of yearning. My earliest days, a delicate tapestry woven within the sterile embrace of Victoria Hospital, London, Ontario, were marked by a profound solitude, a hushed echo in corridors where the outside world felt like a distant, unattainable dream. Only in those fleeting first months, bathed in the gentle luminescence of infancy, did a smile bloom, a touch that spoke a language of pure, unadulterated connection. Then, the world’s gaze intensified, its unblinking cameras casting their scrutiny upon me, transforming my private reality into a gilded sanctuary, shielded from the intrusive eyes of the masses.

Yet, my spirit yearns for the boundless expanse of the cosmos, for the enigmas hidden within the velvet depths of space. I long to unearth traces of life, to decipher the faint whispers carried by satellites across unfathomable distances. These celestial sentinels, guided by hands on Earth, hold me captive. The James Webb Telescope, a beacon of cosmic revelation, traversing the void at the speed of light through time, offers me the tantalizing prospect of plunging into distant realms, of leaping decades into the future, as if stepping directly into the year 2050.

And then, she appeared. Princess Kendel. On the screens that laid the world at my feet, she materialized, a vision of ethereal radiance. A model, an actress, a creator of content gracing the digital realm of YouTube. Her profound connection to her family was a palpable aura around her, a bond that resonated deeper than any flickering image. And then came the question, a whisper both gentle and monumentally significant, a question capable of reshaping the very fabric of a lifetime. A question whose answer seemed written in the celestial script, a question that set my heart to a tempestuous rhythm.

I trust her. I love her. My affections for her run deep, anchored in a connection that transcends the superficial currents of existence. Our Majestic Sir, a figure of immeasurable wisdom and formidable power, has envisioned a future for us, a palace, a sanctuary, meticulously crafted from the ample resources of my portfolio. An edifice shaped by his very hands, destined to unite us as a married couple, bound by the solemnity of a marriage certificate and the foresight of a prenuptial agreement.

Four children already grace my life’s ledger, three sons—Leeland Hendrick, Landin Hendrick, Lukas Hendrick—and my daughter, Neveah Webster, their names etched into my personal chronicles at the moment of their birth. Kendel, however, is yet to experience the joys of motherhood, but her eyes ignite with a nascent spark when she speaks of the possibility of attending my son’s graduation on June 25, 2026, at 5:30 PM, at Strathroy District Public School. Her time is a precious commodity, consumed by the demands of acting and the creation of new content, leaving little room for the tender blossoming of a romantic union with an ordinary man. But I, I am no ordinary man. I am a steward of the king’s gifts, a conduit for wealth that finds its expression in tangible, real-life situations.

Day by day, I scan the horizon for a letter that will seal my fate. Once I have established a permanent address, I will implore my Majestic Sir to construct for us, Princess Kendel and me, a palace. A palace complete with opulent bathrooms and sumptuously appointed bedrooms, a grand royal table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, ready to welcome guests drawn from the embrace of family and friends. My own companions, they have either departed this world or vanished without a trace, leaving behind a void that is profoundly difficult to fill. It has become an arduous task to find a space where I can truly be myself, where I can exist unburdened by complications. Yet, when challenges have arisen, they have been deftly managed by my royal retinue, or I have confronted them head-on when necessity dictated.

Kendel’s horse, a creature of breathtaking elegance and formidable speed, holds a place in the annals of world records. She does not readily share its name, yet its legend is woven into the very fabric of equestrian sport. It is a mistral, imbued with strength, velocity, and unparalleled beauty, and it cherishes her with a devotion that transcends ordinary affection. An award-winning marvel that belongs solely to her, residing on her private estate, enveloped by an atmosphere of unwavering support. Another barn, brimming with hay, houses feeding stations for those who rent her horses, a daily offering of her generosity. This prize-winning steed possesses its own expanse of land, a territory where it can flourish and thrive.

I, in turn, am consumed by an insatiable desire to unravel the celestial mysteries. The endless missions, the spacecraft, the daring test flights. The Tesla Roadster, an aircraft designed to orbit the sun, maintaining a respectful distance. I hold profound hope that this test flight will unfold flawlessly, without a single hitch. One need only designate the destination, and it embarks on its journey within the Tesla Roadster, its transparent roof offering an unhindered view of the heavens. I acquired it for Kendel, a symbol of our shared aspirations, so that we might discreetly join the high-mile club, as Prince and Princess. My journeys into space are reserved for her, undertaken aboard professional aircraft and during select special occasions, where we can harness the capabilities of individual satellites. Soon, I shall possess lifetime access to hundreds of these celestial observers, their positions and operational capacities meticulously detailed by the second. Some are newly forged, while others carry the patina of age. One day, I shall invest in all these satellites, embarking on every mission they have meticulously prepared for me.

I harbored a profound desire to invite Princess Kendel aboard this cross-shaped aircraft, a mission designed specifically for me. It is as if the vessel awaits a destiny yet to unfold. It has traversed the void for years, occasionally utilized, but never with the urgency that 2026 will demand, as they actively seek a crew for a peaceful space voyage. My studies in land astronomy and astrophysics have instilled in me a certain trepidation regarding heights, yet if I were to possess anything, it would be the Mission X-Ray Orbiter Test Flight Client Changer. Each satellite performs a unique function, intricately interwoven with the daily tapestry of our solar system. I call it the Solar Walker. It provides a catalog of satellites yet to be claimed or acquired, but one day, they will all be mine. Time, as always, will reveal its secrets. And Kendel, the award-winning model, who navigates her professional life with the adept guidance of her meta-coach. She attends the Meta Grammy Awards solo, a testament to her self-sufficiency.

As she received this letter, a missive meticulously crafted by my Majestic Sir and myself, she felt the latent power and profound care I had discreetly bestowed upon her. As we sought out the jeweler to imbue our gold crowns with diamonds and rubies, each piece handmade from genuine 24-karat yellow gold, a 10-karat men's crown, distinct in its pattern from her royal ruby and diamond crown, mirroring the human-sized replicas, precisely as depicted. I had my Majestic Sir custom-fabricate it according to my vision, by melting the gold, much like the girl’s crown, fashioned from genuine 24-karat yellow gold, adorned with rubies and 1-carat diamonds, a handcrafted masterpiece of extraordinary expense. And I possess a solid 10-karat yellow gold piece, featuring a 5-carat diamond, artfully shaped, alongside a ruby diamond. It is an exact replica of the demonstration crown, with sizes perfectly calibrated for our heads, each shaped with a regal distinction, both handsome and beautiful. If she embraces my proposal, to accept the hand of the Prince of London, Ontario, Canada, Prince Andrew James Webster, the Prince of London, Ontario, she will ascend to the title of Princess Kendel Jenner. I shall request that she recount her origins, her place of birth. She possesses a natural inclination to introduce both herself and me. I desire the king’s presence at the wedding, with custom rings of yellow gold and 10-karat diamonds, which I diligently collect each day. I am capable of creating a ring for him and a ring for her. My own ring is 10-karat gold. The king shared invaluable counsel on its creation, a handcrafted heirloom nearly a century old, adorned with 10-karat diamonds, meticulously shaped into a square, featuring horseshoe motifs embellished with 10 tiny 1-carat diamonds, alongside four 10-karat diamonds. Her ring, a testament to 80 years of exquisite craftsmanship, boasts 100 carats in its design, its gold a radiant yellow, 24-karat in total, a bespoke creation by a master jeweler. My Majestic Sir guided me in locating a jeweler of the appropriate caliber and style, utilizing both my personal funds and available cash to fashion for her a diamond-adorned gown, tailored precisely to her desires, a perfect fit for her goddess-like form, and our rings harmonize with each other and the crown that my Majestic Sir so graciously procured for us, a gift from no other. I shall present him with a portion of my wealth, to be utilized as he sees fit, for his personal indulgence, or should his generosity lead him to bestow upon Kendel and me a wedding gift, it would be his attendance and the orchestration of my royal, globally recognized wedding ceremony. The officiant, a venerable 90-year-old, will be attired as a pipe, to articulate our vows to one another, a subtle hint. Therefore, anticipate a letter from me to my Majestic Sir, and with his response, only God knows what pronouncements he will make. His magical touch, his voice, the way he illuminates the wedding, weaving Kendel into the royal tapestry, without ever betraying our most guarded secrets, operating as a discreet couple, newly united, Prince Andrew and Princess Kendel, our wedding. I implored Sir directly, if he would present her with the pivotal question, but by securing her consent, by penning a letter that captures her essence, articulating her sentiments, words inadequate to express the depth of her feelings, concerning me. This correspondence, dispatched and responded to by my Majestic Sir himself, a letter delivered directly to Kendel. It is a formidable undertaking to articulate such matters with legal precision, until such time as a legal separation, I shall forever be bound to two spouses in a peculiar intertwining, with a goddess princess, handpicked according to my own discerning taste. The Majestic Sir transmits her reply to me in a letter, and then he undertakes the comprehensive planning of the wedding: the libations, the culinary offerings, the dinnerware, the silverware, the champagne, the wine, the floral arrangements, roses of crimson and azure. Blue signifies emotional devotion, red roses declare love, and black roses embody a love that endures until death. I am 31 years of age, she is 27. We are the celebrated prize-winning couple, having achieved a world record for becoming the Prince of Ontario, the sole individual in Canada to hold this distinction, as my Majestic Sir declared. I shall assume my uncle’s vacated position in the royal succession, showcasing the royal lineage of becoming such a young Prince at such an early stage of life. I have dedicated myself to providing Kendel with the regal space a princess requires, and she remained largely unaware until the authentic copy of the letter reached my Majestic Sir, delivered directly from my hand. My words, his voice, his very demeanor; he transformed our royal recorded wedding into an actual occurrence, but the chosen date is 2030. Should she deny Prince Andrew her consent to marry him, the wedding shall be irrevocably canceled, and I shall retain all the jewelry, crowns, rings, diamonds, attire, and tuxedo suit, and I shall emphatically convey to her the profound misery and discontent that will shadow her for the remainder of her days should she reject the solitary Prince of London, Ontario. A jurisdiction renowned for its stringent regulations, I merely state, narrated by a voice reader, illuminated by high-powered lighting, you are my emotions, perceived through the lens of a precious, general master, Lord, God, and proprietor of the genuine Japanese character Marko Tusamie, the terrestrial spellcaster of Japan, wielding potent abilities, capable of overwhelming Tusamie, yet bound by words and threats. He is irrevocably forbidden from manifesting another Tusamie, a privilege granted only once every trillion years. He cannot properly display his tattoos in Japan due to his unique cultural heritage and his transformation into an individual he never envisioned, destined to be heeded, but by every particle of earth, even the stars, the moon, dictating his actions day and night, his and his Japanese tattoos, rendered with Japan's finest custom artistry. Even Prince Andrew ensures his banishment or disappearance for 100 million years, an immense duration, should he assume full accountability for his active or passive engagement in defensive maneuvers or assaults on varied locations. However, Prince Andrew James Webster, through his formidable powers, directly cursed the authentic Marko Tusamie, banishing him for 100 million years from our last recorded encounter in Japan. Marko Tusamie unleashed a deluge upon the lands inhabited by the powerless, engulfing gothic regions of Japan, transforming it into the most terrifying city conceived by humankind, from its very origins, much like the lifestyle I have cultivated, and I am now transcribing a real-life or animated narrative about myself, Prince Andrew James Webster, and my actual ascension to the status of a true prince, endowed with unlimited power bestowed by the divine forces of the world. To become one of history's most formidable telekinetic users, aptly named Prince Andrew Webster, to be a perfect match for Princess Kendel Jenner and her inherent royal dignity, meticulously crafted by Sir from mere words, gifted with (CAD) Canadian currency, and I unequivocally grant my full consent to the king, bestowing upon him 778 trillion of his own currency, which I have amassed from nothing, and I shall consistently acknowledge Majestic Sir’s regrets; it represented a novel concept conceived by Block Hero for my Majestic Sir. Under the tutelage of my Majestic Sir, I absorb his guidance and adhere to his respectful demeanor and his regal approach, fostering a belief in the extraordinary capabilities that Majestic Sir can manifest, albeit rarely, resulting in monumental achievements, beautiful occurrences. I feel an overwhelming sense of love; I conduct myself with integrity and unwavering honesty. This is the world as I know it, and I shall never deviate from this principle. This was all that I lost. I have been plagued by sleepless nights, dreaming of the experiences we have been unable to share lately. I have been pushing myself relentlessly, to the point of exhaustion. Thus, she penned the words that elude our perception, and it seems, of late, that sleep has become an elusive commodity. Medication, prescribed by a physician, was administered on January 21, 2026. The narrator remarked that it was, in fact, the Fourth of July. Therefore, anticipate a candid discourse, a letter from my Majestic Sir, originating from Prince Andrew James Webster, imploring my Majestic Sir to directly solicit her consent for marriage in the year 2030, without jest or levity, with absolute realism and veracity. Accept me as Prince Andrew Webster, a spellcaster from London, Ontario, who attains princedom across eight distinct life dimensions, and in every iteration, she is my princess. She has never once faltered in her support, never wavered. It is all about the wealth, the MAGAI LANICA, originating from a parallel world. In the initial, exquisite world, Kendel triumphed once more in a horse race, and I imparted to her the skills of piloting, granting her access to my spacecraft for a lifetime. We alternate in piloting, orbiting the solar systems and the International Space Station, with financial backing from the Block Hero bank, flying and orbiting in space alongside the ISS for the first time, accompanied by Kendel, my cherished girlfriend, my wife. I intend to marry that young lady this Sunday, so expect a direct missive from me to Majestic Sir, entrusting my Majestic Sir with the creation of our future, second by second, with meticulous precision and without impediment, affording lifetime access to aircraft, enabling orbiting and precise rover landings. This is Kendel’s novel expression of her profound satisfaction with her new role.