"So you are the queen of the Frejord?" I asked
"Soon to be, I'm still 16 Paul" Ashe explained
"Then when do you officially become the queen?" I asked
"21 but when I'm 19 the loyal family is suppose to set up an event to proof those who are worthy of becoming the next king" She answered
"Hey that kinda sounds fun! I might attend!" I said
"Um are you serious Paul? She asked
"What?" I replied
"Hahahhaha, you don't get it" she said as she giggled
"Um would you care to explain to me what I don't get?" I asked
"The event determines the next king,correct?" She asked
"Correct" I said
"That next king is my husband" she explained
"Oh... OOOOOHHHH" I said in realization
"Heh, anyways don't worry about that. For now you have to enter a gladiator battle to proof yourself to be my squire" she said as she walked away
"Wait... WHAT!?!?!"
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The Squire
FantasySo um, I'm a childish person so might as well write about this guy named Paul who has to be a squire for a frejordian princess named Ashe
