As the days became weeks and the weeks became months, the time flew by. The princess became happier than she'd ever been. The work didn't seem so bad when she had someone to count on for a smile. And with her prince (the kitchen boy, who by now was no longer a boy, nor a kitchen hand), she never ever thought of going back to the old bat who had left her heartbroken. Her true prince was the least expected boy to win her heart, but he did and he certainly wasn't giving it to anyone else. And frankly, as long as he had it, she didn't want it back. She loved him, and she was sure of it.
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Her True Prince
Short StoryHer True Prince is a short story. It's incredibly cheesy. All the cheese.