The beautiful princess Shakira is cursed.
Whispers are calling her. She has no idea that the whispers are indeed an enemy that will threat her entire kingdom. But when one day, Shakira realises that her kingdom is preparing for facing war, she needs...
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I can't...
A poor soul. It conquers me. I hated this. I hated my stupid fucking dirty life. What I wanted instead was to have a normal life as a prince than being a poor servant prince imprisoned in his own house.
But I wanted more than that. I wanted my true love back. I wanted her to return to me now. And forever. I was practising my sword fight moves when all of a sudden, somethinghit me.Oh no! It was the sword! Theblood came out of my own chest as I suffered with so much pain.
"Ahh!" I cried as I felt the pain vibrating in my own chest. The king rushed to my chambers. The blade was glowing! I felt the nerves of it as the blade faded with ash. "My sword!" I cried as I fell to the ground with my knees and sobbed. Princes don't cry. But I do.
That was why I hated my life. Shit. Fuck me. I wished Princess Shakira was there with me and we would live together, happily ever after. If that was, then none of this would have happened!
