Dreaming princess

He went to the castle to save a princess. He hew his way through the thorns until his sword was blunt and his arms were bleeding. He trudged through the dust the years had left and passed the abandoned furniture covered in sheets.

Finally, he found her, sleeping, dreaming.
She looked so peaceful.

He traced back his steps through the dust and the thorns. And for the rest of his days he guarded her castle. He grew older and older and with his last breath he whispered goodbye.

The princess still dreams of her true love.


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