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as Tutor For The Crown Prince i've been tasked by his majesty to nurture his profound gifts.
a Young Kid, Machiavellian twinkle in his eye since he Jumped Out tha Crib. "that little hellion!"screamed the queen,"i can smell rebellion". "let them eat cake--that's what i should tell them." all well and good until i told her husband. he said "raise my son ta Not be Like 'is mom. if the peasants die of starvation? he won't be have the crown." grammar critiques aside i saw whurr my king-was coming from. he was referring to guillotines n their coming down. cuz what goes around? it comes around! anyway the prince Distractedby the summer clouds imaginative. they must have captured his attention more than my mathematics.. he prods me in jest warning me that he'll lock me in the castle attic. i feign,a massive panic n ask him what he thinks of Divine Right. he says "i am ready for the reigns; the power, but i'm not so sure that-that's the right kind." i told him He Was Of the Right Mind, but must never tell his mother.. next day i was a tutor unemployed i guess they found another. Last edited by Pharaohs Army; 04-15-2015 at 04:51 AM. |
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