In the eastern part of the realm, nestled among rolling hills and flourishing gardens, there lay a kingdom known for its rich cultural heritage. The people believed in the significance of hair, particularly black hair, as a symbol of one's dignity. It was a kingdom where the color of ebony was cherished, revered, and never to be stepped on or cut.
Within this kingdom resided a royal family, and at the heart of, it all was the stunningly beautiful Princess Lianna. Her white jade skin seemed to glow under the golden sunlight, and her long black hair cascaded down her back like a river of silk. Her lips held a delicate shade of pink, and her eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing golden hue. Many nobles and princes from both inside and outside the kingdom sought her hand in marriage, captivated by her beauty and the allure of the royal lineage she represented.
But Princess Lianna, wise beyond her years, held steadfast to a belief that set her apart. She yearned for a love that transcended political alliances and external appearances. She longed to find a partner who would appreciate her for who she was, someone who would cherish her heart above all else.
As suitors from far and wide gathered at the palace, presenting their grand proposals and extravagant gifts, Princess Lianna politely declined them all. She would not be swayed by power, wealth, or the allure of political unions. Her heart desired love, true and unblemished.
Word of the princess's intentions spread far and wide, adding to her mystique and allure. Admirers whispered her name in awe and affection, while parents told their children tales of a princess who sought love in a world where arranged marriages were the norm.
One fateful day, as the kingdom prepared for a grand royal event, Princess Lianna sought solace in the serene beauty of a nearby forest, hidden behind the grand palace. The air was perfumed with the sweet scent of flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. Lost in her thoughts, she wandered deeper into the forest, unaware of the dangers that lurked nearby.
A group of assassins, their faces concealed by shadows, emerged from the underbrush. Their intentions were clear, and Princess Lianna found herself trapped, fear gripping her heart. In that desperate moment, a stranger resting beneath the shade of a towering tree observed the unfolding scene.
Unbeknownst to the princess, fate had intervened. The stranger, a man with a kind heart and a hidden past, possessed skills honed through a life of adversity. Without hesitation, he leaped into action, protecting the princess from harm. His swift movements and remarkable combat prowess dispatched the assassins, leaving them defeated and in disarray.
The princess, her heart pounding, gazed upon her savior, gratitude shining in her eyes. She felt an inexplicable connection, a sense of admiration for this stranger who had risked his life to protect her own. Although she knew not his name or his true identity, she felt a stirring within her heart that whispered of destiny.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow upon the forest, the princess thanked the man and requested his silence regarding the incident. The stranger agreed but made one humble request in return. He expressed a desire to meet the princess once more, to share a simple cup of tea at a quaint tea shop outside the palace walls. Overwhelmed by curiosity and the unfamiliar thrill of venturing beyond the palace's protective embrace, Princess Lianna hesitated briefly before accepting his invitation.
And so, on a day that marked her first secret excursion beyond the palace walls, the princess and the mysterious stranger set off together. They strolled through bustling streets filled with vibrant colors and the melodious sounds of merchants hawking their wares. The world outside the palace seemed alive and vivid, a stark contrast to the sheltered life the princess had known.
After their tea, they embarked on a leisurely walk, their steps filled with quiet intimacy. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, the stranger turned to the princess and asked, "Did you enjoy today? Are you happy?"
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English Short Story : Black Silk
Historical Fiction"How can you give me your valuable hairs to me? In a shape of cloth, just like a black silk."
