I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. "You!?, I yelled, a prince?! you? Really?!" He stood there staring at me angrily. "Yes!, he hissed, I'm a prince. Just because I dont dress like a prince does not mean I am not one. My blood is just as royal as any other keepers of the swords were and its just as royal as your princess' " I cleared my throat and bowed. "Forgive me my prince, I said, come. Let me welcome you properly." We walked through the great hall and into the dining area. I clapped my hands and food appeared on the table. "Here, I said while pulling out a chair for him, you must be exhausted from your travels. Eat." He sat down and began to eat quietly. I heard the door open again and looked over to see Marji standing there quietly. "Marji, I said, come~ have dinner with us. I'd like you to meet our guest. This is Prince... Prince... Prince... What is your name?" He looked up at me and raised and eyebrow. "Claude" he said quickly then started eating again.
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The Story of Me
FantasyI wrote this story to help get my feelings out in a non self-destructive way. I hope that it helps me and maybe even the people that love me understand me better.
