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The knight and the Prince

The knight and the Prince

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Feb 18, 2019
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Fantasy
so I had an idea about what would happen instead of a queen stuck in a castle it was the prince, and the knight is female because she was closet knight there. going by A medieval point of view most of the time females were seen as property. how will the Prince react to this female knight? what trails will they face? DISCLAIMER - this story may include things that is not appropriate( trigger warning) for readers reading the story, such as sexual content as an example. Thank you and I most humbly hope you enjoy.
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You think being a girl is easy. Well, I'm going to tell you: it isn't easy. Hell, it's so hard to be a girl. Especially when you live in the time period of King and Queens, with the knights in shining armor. Every guy I come across thinks I need to be swooned, flirted with, and swept off my feet. All of the knights that I was with broke my heart, so I don't trust anyone. Not wanting to break my shield around my heart again. I don't need a knight, but right now I think I could consider needing one. I have run away from home, angry at my parents want me to marry. I decided to grab a basket from the kitchen and running out of the castle, my home. To the meadow I so much adore going to when a bear disturbed my peace, smelling the berries I have picked, chasing after me and the basket.

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