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I found and sat upon the now dusty and worn box that many, many years ago, i stood on as a scared child and was bought by the prince.
Through my tears, I remembered it all.
Time and memory makes strange bedfellows, but out of all of it, I grew and came to love my prince, and looking back, he softened up to me quickly.
I fast became part of his life.
He needed me eventually as much as i depended, no, needed him.
I have a small sharp knife with me.
I, I am going to use it.
i am not needed anymore.
As i put the knife to my throat, i felt a presence and saw a shadow behind me.
I turned to look and it was my prince.
He grabbed my hand with the knife i held to my throat, and I shouted to him to please make it quick.
He turned the blade away from me and with a quick thrust, sliced the collar off my neck.
The collar fell in a poof of dust as it hit the floor of the old slave market.
I looked at it for a second then up at him.
I have much to explain, he said, as he picked me up and cradled me.
This, this place is no more and while I now hate it, i love it because it gave you to me.
I was away because I am now King.
I was required to produce an heir, and, it has happened while i was away with a female chosen for me.
With that, I have made my first royal decree.
You are my Queen.
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MemberCute!
Glad you posted more, I was excited to see the rest of this
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