Play The Game

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Shame them for doubting me and trying to deny me of my sleep.

As soon as I saw the stack of mattresses, I knew.  ‘Twas not the first I’d heard of this nonsense.

You see, my dear Prince, I am but a humble slave, soon to be your wife.

11 thoughts on “Play The Game

  1. Very sly of her! I like the way you shifted the identity of the protagonist – it gives the protagonist an agency she lacks (IMO) in the original story.

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