When she’s eighteen she’s going to row across to the castle to marry the prince. She won’t wait for the happy ever after though. She’s planning to head straight to the divorce. She’s already got the solicitor’s number, has prepared a press statement. Oh yes, she’s always believed in dreaming.
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a very modern young woman...
oh dear -- i hope the rules don't require a fifty word comment -- oops.
The prince knows. He notes her small hesitations. Her small shivers at his touch. How she turns her face so he kisses her cheek, not her lips. He doubts her ‘I love you’. But he is prepared to risk it all, half his kingdom, for that one night with her.
For he realises that, at ninety eight, the time has passed for long term commitment. However, before he can leave the earth in peace, he needs an heir. Little did he know that his princess was a savvy girl, not like they used to be, and had already taken a trip to family planning.
Once, water flowed aimlessly in all directions over a vast, infinite void. One day, She invented the story. Images of magnificent castles emerged. Tales of knights, princesses and dragons fought to dominate the landscape. Unfortunately, an ugly giant came along and stamped on them. They sank silently without a trace.
Yes, Pierre. You have disobeyed the blog rules and will have to speak in 50 word chunks for the rest of the day. Hah, thanks for commenting and nice to see you the other day.
And thanks for joining in, Kathyrn, Douglas and pinkgecko - poor Prince though. Even Douglas's charming one. I fear it's not going to end well.
At ninety eight he isn’t really thinking of an heir. Those days are past. The line ends with him. He’s come to accept that. But she reminds him of someone. And just to lie with her, watching her sleep, a prince should be granted as much in his last days.
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