It has been three days after my fiance has passed away. My father, the king of France, lectures me of how much time I have to get a new one. I don't want a new one. My fiance, Bess, which is now is ashes. She passed away for heart failure. I loved her so much. I miss her soft, lovely, golden hair. How can I replace her from any woman? My father needs to realize I can't remarry someone.
A week later, I have woken up to my father talking to his people. I realized he is making an alliance for me to marry one of his ally's children. I don't even know what the girls look like. She can be shaped like a apple with nappy hair, I shall say. But what can I say to my father, the king of France? I can't let him down. I take a step outside, and everyone is cheering for me. My father looks very happy with his grin, and I don't want to take that away from him. All I hear the ladies say is, "Marry me! Marry me!".
A week later, I have woken up to my father talking to his people. I realized he is making an alliance for me to marry one of his ally's children. I don't even know what the girls look like. She can be shaped like a apple with nappy hair, I shall say. But what can I say to my father, the king of France? I can't let him down. I take a step outside, and everyone is cheering for me. My father looks very happy with his grin, and I don't want to take that away from him. All I hear the ladies say is, "Marry me! Marry me!".
The next day my father says the girl I shall be married to will come to the village to meet and greet. I am quite nervous actually, and I don't know why. My father said, "She's quite beautiful you know." I don't think I should believe the truth or his lie. But it shall be a mystery.
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