finding his dream woman
He found his maiden in the midst of the battle
Alabaster skin, peach cheeks, azure eyes
She could be a lady-in-waiting or the king’s ward
Or possibly the princess Marguerita herself
Without words, they moved toward each other
She extended her hands; he took them and pledged his protection
I will keep you safe, he told her; knowing he would die to save her
She was demure, polite, and perfect. His dream woman.
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