by DELETE THIS ACC. » Thu Dec 06, 2012 3:27 am
Clover lead her down the stone walkway towards her chambers. "I believe they learn to love, Elaina." She muttered quietly, feeling awful about what she was saying. Even though it was the truth, it was hard. Countless princes and princesses had been married off to unknown strangers, for a union. It was a fate that every royal bore.
All the peasants wanted to be royalty. To eat a feast each day and bathe in riches. All without the understanding of the price it cost. The price of love.
Cilla rushed over to the bushes looking at the ripe fruits with a smile. "Their so ripe! This has to be at least a feasts worth here!" She sighed picked a handful of the raspberry's and placing one in her mouth. They even tasted good. The flavour danced on her tongue and the juice escaped through a corner of her mouth. Giggling she brushed it away and offered him one.
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⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ and the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ I ride for her. ⊱