Pampered, beautiful, noble, immortal.
She dances in bright red gauze on the edge of a green cliff.
Her hair was as black as ebony, her skin was as bright as moonlight, her lips were red and her teeth white.
Where the eyes see, there will be beautiful flowers.
The king and mother were killed. away from the country.
But she is still a princess.
He is a prince.
He was assassinated every day, but no one could kill him.
He left his mother and country, and he said he would never return.
The prince met the dancing princess.
There is no one else in his eyes, and everything becomes unimportant.
He called her, "My warrior."
If I could put a bright red color on your eyebrows with my own hands , if I could close my
eyes with you in prayer before the lights, if I
could let you ride with me on my white horse,
Then I don't want to be king. Nothing is more important than you.
"How can such a beautiful hand hold a sword..."
"I want to return to my country and avenge my king and mother." The
prince will eventually leave.
He told her stories, and he said that the prince would come back with a lot of elephants and horses to pick up her princess.
He didn't know she was a princess. She thought he was a warrior.
The princess meets someone who is chasing her.
The prince rushed back, and he heard the princess cry in the distance.
The prince found only a piece of white ashes.
"She left without even turning her head back."
His heart died. The body is still alive.
until the mother was killed again. He has no more people to cherish.
He killed his brother and became a noble king.
became the devil.
He married another woman, but had no love.
He wants to win, to get everything.
Killing, fighting, he is invincible.
Little did he know, his dear princess was not dead.
Moreover, the beautiful hand of the princess, because of his aggression, picked up the cold sword.
The princess has been looking for him, waiting for him to marry her with a lot of elephants and horses. until the country was attacked.
Now, she really became a warrior, leading the soldiers, using the swordsmanship he taught her, killing him to bring the soldiers.
He destroyed her kingdom.
In the ruins, he saw his princess.
Her beautiful face was covered in blood and dust, and her eyes were full of despair.
His beautiful, noble princess.
That's all the victory brought him.
Ruins, corpses, blood, tears, curses, resentment, despair, and dead love.
People are killing each other, fighting, in exchange for these blood and tears,
for what...?
The land does not belong to anyone.
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