"Hera dear, your father and I have something to tell you!" The queen's voice rang through the marble palace, and soon reached the ears of Hera, the second oldest princess. "Coming mother," she said. When she entered the throne room where the king and queen were seated. "Sit down here dear." The queen patted the stool that was in front of her. "Alright then, you wanted to say something?" She asked. The queen took a deep breath and looked at the king. " Go on," assured the king. The queen looked Hera in the eye and said, " You're getting married." Hera's eyes were wide with shock. " To whom, may I ask?" This time the king spoke. "To prince Karlton, of the kingdom next to us." Hera stood up abruptly. "What?????!!!!! You can't be serious! He's self centred, and snoody, and he, he's just aggggg!" The queen then narrowed her eyes. "Hera, this is no way for a princess to act! The wedding is in a week, pull yourself together!" Hera stamped her feet in frustration. " I will not ever marry him! Or in fact, anyone in a thousand years!" And with that Hera walked away and kicked the stool over. "Hera!" The king shouted. Hera walked up the glossy stairs to her chamber. "You can't make me!!!" She said. And with that she threw a banner to the ground. The queen sighed and shook her head.
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A Whimsical Tale
General FictionA young princess is bequeathed to a snoody prince, who cares nothing but himself. Determined to change her fate, the princess seeks the the help of a sly wizard who gives her a spell that changes everything.
