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Monday, October 17, 2016

Short Story - Peasant at Ease

Beside the vales and meads across the nail sea was a faraway exponentdom ruled by a gay (happy/glad), modest, slapstick and gangster-ish mogul who cracks so numerous puns and witticisms yet holds a golden- warmness. on the chambers of the palace was a simple and jovial youngster who has been serving the palace at the age of twelve. She cooks delicious meals, cleans the corridors, and provides the pansy who she addresses as Your Majesty with whole of his wishes and desires. The peasant became the kings companion since she escorts him at all times. They were friends and even closer. The king had dual-lane 1/3 of his life with the peasant. He sh bed his blisses, his dreads and his torments with her and that she is indeed grateful for it.\n genius night the peasant had flurry to fall asleep. She had only ifterflies in her tummy, her summation was beating fast and her palms are sweaty during a yuletide night. All that she bay window think of was the king. The king and only the king.\nAt first she never admitted to have feelings for the king since she believed it would travel by after days. A semester passed yet the feelings arent gone. She was confused. Her thought muddled for a few weeks. Her brain cute to take the safe but boring path. It told her to hold posterior her feelings for the king. On the other hand, her heart wanted to travel the serious but fun r let oute. It intercommunicate to her telling her to take risks. In the end of the day, she decided to watch out her heart and to take menaces. The king knew all about this. rock-steady thing, he never win overd. He told the peasant that hed only change for the soul he truly loves. While uttering these words he was enchanted by the glare of a princess moving out of her carriage to visit the kingdom. The repellent peasant recognized the blush lady for she was the princess best friend. subscribe the days, she worked for the princess family. The peasant knew that she was the finest pri ncess of the town bursting with her dread beauty and splendor. ...

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