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“Without the slightest hesitation he walked to the door on the right and opened it”. Now I ask you this one question,
‘was it the lady or the tiger ?’
But dolefully I wish I could say the words ‘yes it was the lady’ but the semi-barbaric princess didn’t want to see the man she had loved with another woman all over him.
The tiger licked his lips and jumped on the man, slowly smelling him. The man scream as the tiger bit him slowly eating him live. The crowd in the arena groaned and crying here and there.
The princess let a tear fall swiftly down her check out of the corner of her eye. She looked at her father noting his smile on his face, her heart broke slowly. She had chosen his destiny, to live or to die why did she not chose the left oh why. The people groan and cry still as they leave the arena slowly. The doleful cry and shriek were drowned out by the bells ringing a sad tune. The king smiled happily, the young man could not see the king daughter no more. He looked at his daughter noting the tears in her eyes and the one rolling slowly down her check. His smile faded slowly but on the inside his heart was jumping around happy as a fat kid wit a piece of cake. He reached to touch her hand but she moved to quickly away from him. She got up and walked away not looking back at her father, the king, the semi-barbaric king/father.
He watched her walk away, putting his head in his hand and slowly walks back to his castle. He walks in the door holding his hand to his band of trumpets, stopping them from paying. He walked to his room and went to bed to get the stress of this long day out of his mind.
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The princess sat in her window seat, staring out the window, frowning and sobbing quietly. She rose slowly and picked up the knife she had on her bed side, walking swiftly to her mirror. Looking at herself, then picking up the knife holding the knife over her heart. She looked around her room one more time then shoved the knife in her heart, screaming as she looked down on her night gown at the knife sticking out her chest. She slowly fell, feeling lightheaded then closing her eyes and seeing her lover waiting for her at the light, smiling but all so not happy at how she died. The angels singed a peaceful song as they, together, watched as her father rushed into her room and fell beside her and cried over her body. The guards walked in slowly looking at their king and picked up the princess slowly, walking out the room.


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