She had long beautiful hair. She wore it down. Her black hair was soft as the finest silk. Many girls were jealous but no one dared to lay a hand on her.
For she was the Grand Master's property. Only he could do such things. She sometimes appeared with bruises on face. There once was time when people witnessed the Grand Master's anger inflicted upon her.
No one told a soul for they'd lose their head. The day of their wedding ,the girl came out crying. Many people thought these were tears of joy.
She cried all the way down the aisle. The moment she was standing in of the Grand Master's face, she screamed I don't love you. She was dragged off stage sobbing and kicking.
The very next day she was broadcasted for all to see. Her beautiful hair tied in a braid that was so dangerously. Wrapped around her small white neck.
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Stories
РазноеThese are stories that I made or stories friends of mine made. They'll be poems included. *Note* Some poems are based off stories I've read.
