Turning Tables on the Princess

A

uld hold. Willing to let that pack of nights stand bet

een him and I. As long as i

down around my tearstained cheeks. Brush

rd jaw beyond that white beard, that told

him and wondered how far I could take th

ded. Steadying mysel

st child. Forcing my face as vulnerable as I could

are a pretty one, aren’t you…Beneath all those t

how pretty I’

mitted. “He

*

ps and appearing in whatever room he was in until I made him mine. Persuading him

d been told more than once I was lovely. But where I normally tried to hide those traits, here, amongst the humans I

of Bartholemew. One of the l

willing to build my

r and offered me his arm. Collectin

you know.” He r

ly have eyes for one man.”

you think one as lovely as you cou

itely. I’d lo

do, Your Highne

girl you are, indeed. You kn

none,

lands would go to Bartholemew

shook my head. “Only

ssed my cheek. Pattin

*

e. Giving my own sen

beyond the meadow. And I was sure, that I could see yel

feel his prese

forget. One day in

intention o

emain untouched. And I had plans of staying that way. I had high hopes that I could control my withe

wor

rprise, the King sent off those that’d vo

nd I, My Dear. When the time comes you wi

lf liking the man more and more by the d

growing impatient, I relented and spiced his drink with my herbs then attempted to sedu

d those perimeter walls and no

claimed by another? For some reaso

lonely over the long months. Missing the com

e wolves. But I, at least, miss t

ta’s ol

again and felt no

r sure, he’d

e to the huma

’ve know