Now it just so happens that in the mountains far above the princess's stony castle, there was a garden. It was tended by a young man. It also happened that in this garden the young man had a rose bush. The color of the blooms the rose bush bore were blue. A blue like a cloudless Summer sky or like the playful sea in Spring. This young man also had one true desire. He wished to find a girl with eyes the same color as his roses like the one he had once seen in a dream.
In the month of the Laughing Dogs (right after the month of the Sleeping rabbits) there was a fair. it was the festival of Love and Hope. It was held in honor of all the people who had ever fallen in love. It was always a very merry time for everyone. There was dancing and frolicking, games and contests, and food and fun.
The princess went to the fair (with an escort of one doughty and aged chaperone, three ladies-in-waiting, and a brace of guardsmen of course) to see if she could find her rose among the many vendors at the market square. It also happened that the young man came to the fair with his roses, to find his dream.
The princess wandered the market, convinced that this was the day she would find her rose. The young man displayed his roses in his small booth, equally convinced that the girl that he dreamt about would happen by.
As he was daydreaming, the princess saw his blue roses. She was about to pass the booth by, when she saw the young man inside and was intrigued.
"Perhaps I should stop and ask him if he also carries green roses." She thought to herself. "Blue roses are quite a rarity, I should think."
The young man saw the princess approaching along with the doughty and aged chaperone, three ladies-in-waiting, and brace of guardsmen. Noticing her great beauty he walked to the front of his booth to see if she had blue eyes.
The princess pulled a small mirror from a pouch and addressed the young man.
"Kind sir, by any chance might you have any roses the same color as my eyes?"
The young man, a bit shaken by her comeliness, stepped closer and peered at her calm face. From her perfect chin, past her full lips, and over her just-right nose his gaze traveled. As his eyes rose to meet hers a cloud passed over the sun, obscuring his vision for an instance. When the sky cleared he was greatly amazed to see that her eyes, which had appeared to be green to him at first, were a beautiful azure to match his roses.
"Yes, my Lady," He said, picking a bud at random without taking his gaze from her amazing eyes, "all of my roses attempt, albeit rather pitifully, to approach the incandescent purity of your eyes."
The princess was shocked that he would say such a thing as she had already seen that his roses were blue. Yet when she looked at the proffered rose, she saw that it was a brilliant emerald green. All of the roses were!
Putting her mirror to her face to compare her eyes to the rose she was astounded to find that her eyes were now a deep blue! The young man was just as astounded see the changes in his flowers!
Over the silver mirror and the green rose her blue eyes met his.
Now you might rightfully ask how this story ends as it's traditional for these kinds of tales to have endings. In truth, I don't know quite all of it. The last I heard of the young man was that he had returned to his mountain garden and was growing roses still. I heard tell that his roses grow every color and shade of the rainbow.
The princess? Well, I heard she was busy raising children. Children with eyes that match all those roses colors.