the child

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The king was inside his castle. He was not angry nor sad in any forum. He was in deep thought. Thinking about what he was going to do. The little baby she died. He didnt know how to break it to his wife. They would officially be barren and childless. She was their only heir.
He thought to himself and had an idea. He would adopt a child close enough to his own. That child would grow and become queen,but it would also help prevent his wife from crying. As he eventually left the castle. Night fell and crys could be heard left and right. It echoed through the small kingdom.
The king was told a baby was left at the church near the castle . The king delightedly ran down to his carriage that was ready for his search.
He jumped into it and went down the small road to the little baby girl.
As soon as he made it to her he spoke to the pastor as he talked. All he knew was she was his daughter's age. She even was almost identical to her. His sick queen wouldn't even know. All she would know is that it was her baby girl.
As he picked her up she calmed down from her crying fit and instantly fell asleep.

The baby cooed  and looked up at the king curiously. He didnt know what to do but hug the little girl. She babbled then with her tiny little fingers grabbed his long beard and yanked with all her might. The king let out a cry of pain then looked down at the child as she giggled. She looks so happy he thought.

How can a child with no prospects, family or foundation find joy when  adults do not. Knowing this he picked her up then put her over his shoulder. She giggled as they rushed to the carriage so she can be brought to the castle.

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