The king handed his child to the Widowed Queen, then turned his back as she was led away.
“Tis a weak king that sells his daughter into slavery, to sate an enemy,” the Queen said.
“I’m, your slave?” the princess asked.
“No… my weapon to otherthrow him.”
The child smiled.
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Nice. I think you captured the smile perfectly.
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I was thinking the same actually!
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