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Right. That made more sense. “Your mother came to us, offering her life in exchange for your protection,” the Maiden said, her voice almost ethereal and garnering my full attention. She wore a white linen dress that probably meant to highlight some sort of innocence. Her long, dark brown hair stood out in contrast over the linen material and her chestnut eyes blinked expectantly at me. My heart instantly dropped into my stomach, and tears burned at the back of my eyes for a woman I’d never known but had always longed for.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

His eyes stared at the king who seemed to consider his words. He wants me as his honorable maiden? Why? What are honorable maidens supposed to do anyways? “Any objections?” the king turned to ask Prince Darius. “None. Any of us prince can request for an honorable maiden to serve us as long as she is not already allocated to serve another. Since Mila just became an honorable maiden, no one else except for Leonard has requested for her and I am not interested in submitting a competing request,” Prince Darius replied calmly before he smiled a little my way.

On darkest night you are star-bright, My heart, my love, my soul Your eyes like suns are crystal that Are just beyond my hold But if you say you’ll be my bride Though high above you fly I’ll rise to be enough for you My angel of the sky. Carnelia, Sweet Carnelia. I’m not a lord, I’m not a king, just say you’ll be mine, And be my golden queen, Carnelia, Sweet Carnelia.“ As my fingers continue to play the melody, I pause to look up at everyone before turning to the man at my right. “Now if you all wouldn’t mind, I’d love to have a dance with my lady. Do you think you can keep the song going,” He nods in understanding and takes over for me, singing the chorus while continuing the melody.

She leant against the arméd man, The statue of the arméd knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene’er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace;

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Maria maria (Maria maria) Neol wihan mariya (I’m saying this for you) Binnaneun bamiya (It’s a shining night) Neol goeropijima (Don’t torture yourself) O maria neol wihan mariya (Oh Maria, I’m saying this for you) Mwo hareo adeungbadeunghae (Why are you trying so hard) Imi areumdaunde (You’re already beautiful) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder and Joy were having their own riff off as they excelled each other while alternating between the lines of the next stanza as the song almost reached its climax. A torrent of tears had started to pour heavily from Aira’s eyes as she stared at me on knowing the whole truth and watched me cross all limi

That girl with no expressions That girl everybody hates That girl even you know That girl is oh so pitiful That girl everyone is afraid of That girl you know Should I tell you a funny story (It might be a little sad too) Believe it or not, it's a lighthearted story (Please keep this a secret) Ah, the thing is That girl, that despicable girl There was a time she used to laugh (As deep blue as a blue day) Boys obviously but also girls Even the things that aren't human Everybody fell for her, fell in love with her Her laugh was that bеautiful Wearing a ball gown, innocently chatting That palе, dried up cheek Used to be full of life Oh red queen That girl whose smile is so pretty That girl every

*** ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ The chandelier dangled low from the high ceiling. Golden lighting decorated the stupendous hall as the ensemble played an unknown country music. Heels clanked against the plush marble floor as an old woman descended the staircase. Her face blurred but the air around her was regal. As she stood at the foot of the staircase, men bowed and women curtsied to her. Where am I ? In a royal fairytale?? "Bellé, I need to dance. It's a custom I can't escape " a young male voice whispered.

sexy? "Right, Mi Hijo. Ah yes... Mah-dreh wants you to use English when communicating with her. This girl is from England, and she cannot speak our language." The man's forehead furrowed deeply. “Why did Mah-dreh have to look all the way to England for a maid?"

' The maid opened the door to Alphonse who was waiting for Eleanor, after seeing her he stood by the door without saying anything for about five minute before coming to his sence and said, "Forgive me Lea, for my lack of manner. It is just.....you were so marvelous that I didn't react for a moment." "Ah....It is okay, and thank you Al." "Then, shall we go? my princess." She blushed and nodded without saying anything and they left to the party. As soon as they stepped in the party hall, Eleanor was stunned at the sight. The hall was really big and well decorated, all the nobles were prettily dressed and she didn't know why all the eyes were following them.