Literature
My King
My King “He is a fool!” I scoff to my maidservant as she finishes the final touches on my hair. “How can you be so sure of this, Your Highness? You do not even know the man,” she gently corrects me. I look up from my spot on the chair at the younger girl, her hair, though the same length as my own, is a dark brown, while mine is a fiery red. A color fitting for my wild spirit, according to my father, the King. “Because he came, conquered our Kingdom like a savage and in surrendering my father decides to web me to his enemy… in good tidings to his enemies victory.” I shake my head in frustration, which quickly gets me a disapproving look from my maidservant. “Stop shaking your head, you are ruining all my hard work!” she scolds me. “Do you see the man, the King of Cresting, as a pillager or as a conqueror? I for one believe that he and his army defeated our soldiers fair and square. He earned this war by fighting alongside his men, not by hiding behind his Castle walls, such as your