"Princess! Where are you going?"
"Hell, most likely. See you knuckleheads later,"
A Fire-Fist Pirate.
A girl drunk on life.
"You can't...you can't love others unless you love yourself,"
"Bullshit. I never loved myself...but you, oh god...you make m...
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•She could not die• •She could not die• •She could not die•
Not even when the whole town burned down, leaving her unscathed.
"You see," The Royal Advisor cleared his throat. "The curse states that the Princess is fated to die in the hour before her Twentieth birthday--"
"Hang on," The Princess interrupted. "'the HOUR before my twentieth birthday?"
"Yes," The Advisor nodded grimly.
"So what you're saying is that until that hour I'm effectively immortal?"
"Technically yes, but then--" The King stammered.
"Huh," said the Princess, who was sixteen and did not occupy amazing impulse control. "That's it. I'm gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while gliding over shark-infested waters. A pirate maybe. Yes, An adventure on the unknown seas. Only four years left. Catch you chuckleheads later!"
