BORN WITH LIES

BORN WITH LIES

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Last published Mon, Sep 11, 2017

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Highest Ranking #12 in Historical Fiction. Each soul of every race is bestowed with the power to choose. To choose his own deeds, his behaviour, his appetite, his daily grind, his tongue of promises but never to choose the consequences. His selection bears a fruit, life-giving or poisonous relies on the selection. ╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦╦ "Where is my handsome, strong future of this powerful kingdom, my son?" He asked with smiles of pride, entering the room with an expensive blue pendant on a gold chain. "For you, my love." "Thank You," she crooned. " Here is your heavenly princess." "What!" he burst out. "You gave birth to a weak girl!" "No, I didn't. I gave birth to a brave, strong princess." "Girl! A pathetic girl!" His face burnt with anger, pointing to the girl. "She is worthless and burden for this invaluable kingdom." "My daughter is neither weak nor a burden." "You just be quiet! You don't recognize how much I am disgruntled from you. You very well know that according to the constitution, this entire kingdom passes to the eldest heir of the king, so the heir must be powerful and deserving and -" "I promise, my daughter would become a deserving warrior -" "Shut up! Never, not even inadvertently come in front of me or you will be blameworthy for the death of your daughter," he blustered and left the Queen alone, crying for her destiny. She decided to get a grip on her emotions and act like nothing had befallen on her for the felicity of others. @imamanduh #blueberryawards #malibuawards

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