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I noticed the princes were untouched by the rain. The princes also looked painstakingly like my father, golden hair, blue-gray eyes, and a warm smile that gives you comfort in every situation. I know a look that many of the men in my village gave me, it was a look of joy, passion, and sorrow, but the look the prince was giving me lacked sorrow, and I hated it.
"What's your name?" He asked, I replied, "Abigail, but most people call me Abby." " Will you go with me to my castle and be my bride?" He asked, with Sincerity in his voice, and I responded, "do I have a choice?" "Not really." He says, "if you don't come with me, I will burn down your village and kill your family." I try to remain calm, and give him my final answer, "very well then," I say, trying to hide my disgust for him, "I will go with you."
The castle is huge, and I'm sure I got lost in there at least once. Looming over the castle is a cave that looked like it would eat the castle whole, and still be hungry.
