The rest of the day slipped by in a haze. The King and I discussed the barbarians most of the day, but ever did my mind wander to my meeting with the princess. The King would stand at the window overlooking the autumn forest pronouncing how we should properly assemble men and where, but my mind only thought of his daughters face. I felt ashamed but I do not know how to block the desire I felt, so I let it happen, but I couldn't meet the King's eyes whenever he turned to me.
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Princessa
Short StoryA King, A taboo, and a story about what lovers will do in the name of love
