Into the Castle
He allowed her to rest in the wagon while he drove to the castle. The giant edifice was a relic of bygone eras, refitted for the new day. And in the wagon, he dressed her, this time in a princess’ finest.
“You will be my lady;” he tugged on the collar; “my captured princess.”
“Yes, master.” It was the truth, after all.
“And you will struggle, a little, to make it look good. Fight a bit.”
He led her in chains into the castle, his ticket to the prince’s attention. Thus chained, she pretended to fight. Perhaps too well.
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