Sunday, October 30, 2016

Short Story - Peasant at Ease

Beside the vales and meads crossways the narrow sea was a faraway forcedom control by a zippy (happy/glad), modest, humorous and gangster-ish queer who cracks so many puns and witticisms yet cops a golden-heart. Along the chambers of the castling was a simple and comical provincial who has been serving the palace at the age of twelve. She cooks delightful meals, cleans the corridors, and provides the king who she addresses as Your majesty with all of his wishes and desires. The peasant became the kings abetter _or_ abettor since she escorts him at all times. They were friends and raze closer. The king had shared 1/3 of his life with the peasant. He shared his blisses, his dreads and his torments with her and that she is indeed congenial for it.\nOne night the peasant had trouble to fall asleep. She had butterflies in her tummy, her heart was beating troubled and her palms are sweaty during a yuletide night. either that she can think of was the king. The king and merel y the king.\nAt foremost she neer admitted to have feelings for the king since she believed it would fleet after days. A semester passed but the feelings arent gone. She was confused. Her thought puddle for a few weeks. Her creative thinker wanted to tax return the upright but boring path. It told her to hold back her feelings for the king. On the other(a) hand, her heart wanted to blend the dangerous but maneuver route. It spoke to her telling her to transmit risks. In the end of the day, she distinguishable to follow her heart and to take menaces. The king knew all round this. Good thing, he never changed. He told the peasant that hed besides change for the soul he truly loves. While uttering these haggling he was enchanted by the magnificence of a princess locomote out of her carriage to bring down the kingdom. The filthy peasant recognise the blooming lady for she was the princess outgo friend. Back the days, she worked for the princess family. The peasant knew that she was the finest princess of the townsfolk bursting with her majestic beauty and splendor. ...

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