So, in a famous Shakespearean play, I imagine myself the beloved King's daughter.I have everything going for myself, being the King's daughter and all. Wealth, power, shoes, so what I'm a little spoiled. Everything is going just swell, but wait, I forgot to mention one detail.
Well I am becoming of age to be married, and my dad is now trying to find me a proper suitor, one who can uphold our family's name. To add to this mess, I am already in love, with a peasant who works as the second gardener in our household, believe it or not.
Here is my tragic flaw: falling in love.
Despite what my dad, the King, may have in store for me, I continue to see my love every other night. Unfortunately, the snooty guard finds us, only to report his findings to the King. This unfortunately leads to my death, where my father, cruel man he is, has me killed for defying our family's name and wanting to be with a peasant. Even despite my pleas and attempts to leave my father and his riches, I am taken to be hung.
Let's just say, love does hurt!
1 comment:
That's quite the tragedy! Did you draw that picture yourself? It's very cool.
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