
"Damn it woman! You drew blood!", Roland roared. "My dear Roland. I do believe you tripped and thusly cut your lip", Anyalea said while rubbing her now reddened knuckles . With a twinkle of deceit in her eye, she lightly lifted her dress and began marching ever so elegantly to her father's office. The stupid boy would pay for his insolence. How dare he try to kiss her! She was a princess, soon to be queen! She knew this was the key she needed to get him thrown from her palace, and she was going straight to the King to have it done. "And where do you think you're going now you crazy shrew? You'll pay for this!", the toddler of a man bellowed. She whipped around and explained wittingly, "I do believe I must tell my father that his esteemed guest tripped on our new carpets. As the king, I do believe he should know these things". With a sly grin, she rushed in the direction of her father's office knowing it wouldn't be long until Roland followed. It was the smug look on the princess' face that made Roland realized just how much trouble he truly was in. If the princess told her father about his misdeed, she would finally have her way. He would be cast from the palace, with nowhere to go and the dream of becoming a knight gone. He couldn't let that happen, no matter his reckless actions. As he sucked in a gulp of air, he ran after the girl hoping he would make it in time to clear his not-so-innocent name. --------------------- A princess, a lord, and an arranged marriage. A simple story really. Or so you would think.All Rights Reserved
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