[ Once upon a time, there was a beautiful... king. With skin as white as snow, flowing hair black as ebony, and eyes as blue as the sky. This was not the king of a desert city, but just your normal, run-of-the mill fairy tale king with a golden crown and fur-lined robes, just... prettier. One day, he was sitting on his throne and gazing into his
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[The woman's voice creaked with theatrical age. The cloak she wore shaded her face, and from the way she walked, all bowed over, she might be assumed to be ancient. She had a basket of apples in her arms as she shuffled closer to the throne.]
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That's very kind of you, my dear; you must have traveled quite a ways and that basket of apples must be heavy. Who are you to have gone to so much trouble?
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Just an old peasant woman. I thought to see you at least once before my death.
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Not every monarch has the honor of being an old lady's dying wish.
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[ OH. Ahem. Right. Very embarrassed now. ]
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This assertion is of course backed up by the fact that you happen to be speaking to royalty in this manner, and that's not very smart at all no matter how you look at it.
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What about you, miss?
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