There was quiet. The only sound she heard was the rain falling steadily outside. She reached for his hand and held it in her own. She felt her tears begin to flow and she hung her head low. Her guilt engrossed her.
Prince William could die because of her and if he didn't die, he would be crippled for life. She owed him her heart. The Demon King had could have her soul.
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B watched and laughed with an evil gleam in his eye as his dark creation the Black Knight wreaked havoc at the fair princesses fun jousting tournament. It had been boring to him. Two perfectly perfect knights politely dotting the other. Where was the fun in that? Where was the challenge in seeing two noble knights give a worthy fight.
