I am not one in the present world,
I am the one who could tell the tale once again.
I am the only one that could tell the story of the once forgotten,
I am the only one that could forge the characters in a story.
***
The present time.
The protection he had was nowhere, and the eunuchs were the only ones left. The nurse tilted her head to one side as she wanted to know what might happen to the woman and the King.
"How come that the woman changed herself after the King accused of..." the nurse got it once. She knew it was because of a fairytale. It trembled the way. The entire scene was predictable. She was going to be the one who could do it. The story needed to recall once again.
