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Do you know all those sappy, romance stories where the princess gets the peasant guy? Well, I'm a peasant...but I'm not getting my prince anytime soon. The kingdom is corrupted, the king is sick, and my prince? He's cruel. Instead of saving the kingdom, he's killing it. We're all in poverty, the taxes are high, and...I'm sure things can't get any worse...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Words: 157 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-11-12 - id: 3049614
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You know those stories where the princess falls in love with the guy with rags? Well, I'm rags, and my prince? He doesn't know I exist. the least I could do was to be near him.
"Ashley! If you slash like that, you're not going to kill anyone, let alone a dummy," My father said, obviously bored, as he was leaning against the wall.
I had a boost of adrenaline and beheaded the straw dummy in several slashes. My eyes flashed red. "Don't mock me," I gritted thorough my teeth.
My father nodded, approving me. He then grinned. "Now, shall we begin training?" I had my father and my mother, and I was the only child, my father wanted a son, to teach military and all that. That was because he is the trainer for the kingdon's soldiers. So, I'm not exactly all rags. Just...compared to the prince, I am.
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