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Post by Devastatingly Yours on Oct 14, 2003 21:07:18 GMT -5
There is no passion in my eyes as I stare into the abyss of your eyes, those dark pools. There is no curve of love in the marble face I present to you and to the world. Your politely phrased command that I surrender myself to the hands of your people has left me cold. Your people. Your people who also gave me life, your people who were under my father?s charge. My prince, you can not understand why the sparks of hate flare up in me now when my pride has been taken from me. If my gaze is harsh, it is because my eyes have lost their shine. When the crown was taken from our line and gifted yours, it took with it the love I once shared with you. My prince, you will be my king because our line fathered no sons. I will be a penniless heiress to a forgotten dynasty. And what of my people? They will be exposed to your cruel leadership, my lord.
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Post by geneva on Oct 15, 2003 19:32:42 GMT -5
that's cool... i really like it...
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Post by Devastatingly Yours on Oct 15, 2003 21:10:30 GMT -5
Thanks Geneva.
I was experimenting with writing a new story idea...
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