His Majesty’s Captive
Her voice was sad as she spoke, "And our cookies."
"It's okay, baby." I rubbed her shoulders gently, "Let's continue the story."
"Okay, mummy." She nodded, "The princess pretty?"
"Very pretty."
"Like you, mummy?"
"No, Liora, prettier. She was prettier just like you."
"Thank you, mummy." She beamed.
"So the princess had long magical hair that glowed when she sang and everyone wanted to marry her for that, especially a king named Drago."
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