"Amona was not beautiful," Hegemon wrote.
Yet something about her made him stay for many years.
Hegemon ceased his war campaigns and dispersed his barbaric army.
The more Hegemon spent time with Amona, the longer he wanted to stay with her.
He lost his thirst for conquest. His avid desire for power was dispensed for a desire of even greater caliber.
Hegemon soon came to realize he loved Amona. Yet, he did not understand why.
She was a plain princess of a boring region. Her voice did not drip honey like the princesses of the desert region. Nor did her hips sway like the dancers of the Sky region. Her scent was not sweet like the girls of the whispering pond, nor was her face delicate like the ladies of the snow kingdom.
Yet, every word she spoke, every smile she shined, every stumble she made, and every gift she gave... filled Hegemon with such deep powerful love, that he desired her more than heaven itself.
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The Curse of Amona
Short StoryMany years ago there lived a princess by the name Amona. She was cursed by the evil king Hegemon, with the curse of unrequited love. To love, but to never be loved. That was her fate.
