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The Kings Pride And Debate, And His Princess Moment (Part 1)
A Short Story About A Princess
It was the night of the nightingale when princess were the prize gift of a king.
He worried not with the riches of his kingdom, but that his daughter would turn the head of all as she entered in.
The queen was only her maid you see.
To make sure that she was the lady the king wanted her to be.
They made fuss of her hair.
They made fuss of her stand are how she should hold her hand.
Please dear Mother it is only a feast.
I must truly say men are brut beast.
My father will watch as I dance from hand to hand.
He will only make fuss of who will become the man.
But my daughter he wants the best for you.
The king said not any will do.
Yes, I know not any will do,
But my Knight, I will have to choose.
He will draw my heart out with a river of love.
No one will feel as we feel, just between us two.
I will be no puppet are his maid on a string.
I will be cherished and loved and joy he will bring.
Hush dear girl, you no nothing of love.
You speak out of your head like a fantasy from above.
Now pick up you’re fan,
On to the dance we will be late.
The King is waiting to give the world a blistering debate.