Dancing Princess Turns Into Stone Queen -- Part 5
Soon, the king proclaims the soldier
To be his heir. He hands him the key
To the princesses’ room and bid him
Choose the one to his liking.
The old soldier’s pride is satisfied:
He sees the look of shame on the bashful
Cheeks of all the princesses…but one.
The eldest looks straight into his eye,
Throws back her neck, pouting.
That I shall have – he cries.
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