The Princess and the Prawn

True love, it's not something that can be forced.

You know what can be forced though, a diaphragm. When someone performs the Heimlich maneuver to remove a cuisine crustacean from the lungs of a red faced maiden.

Romantic, am I right?

Well, luck would have it that the person attached to the slender arms that held me, belonged to someone who was also not a master at romance. Because after the blockage was removed I found myself face down on the floor. As for what she said when she dropped me unceremoniously onto the immaculate carpet, I could not for the life of me tell you. I was busy coughing out of the throat that had just been cleared of a giant shrimp. Which I now had no idea where said oxygen obstruction had flown off to. I can only assume that my string of bad luck had it landing in the beverage of someone important. Hopefully, they could forgive me since I very well could have perished due to my poor eating habits. It must have been luck that led me to fall, choking, into the arms of someone who could administer the Heimlich.

Now whether that luck was good or bad, was still to be seen.

What I could see currently, as I lifted myself from the soft carpet, was clothed long legs perched atop a pair of wicked heels. How long were these legs? I could only guess that they traveled for miles because through the tears in my eyes the person attached on top was blurry.

"You really should not eat so fast."