"Please, I beg you, don't follow me. Stay away from me! What we did last night is forbidden in my tribe. It - it was a mistake! Because of this, your tribe could be in danger if m-my father found out... My father is ruthless. He will capture you and torture you if he finds you here with me! He will do whatever takes to protect our tribe and maintain control over this territory. We are enemies! And that's how it will always be! I care for you, but nothing will ever change! Can't you see that?! What must I do to get you to leave?"
"Kiss me," the boy said simply, so what could the princess do but kiss him. She just had to hope, pray, her father would not arrive yet, and by the time she finally found her fear of her father overwhelmed her fear of the boy, she broke off the kiss to see furious eyes staring past him towards her. Father had come home, tore the boy the princess had warned off of his daughter, and began dragging him to the metal stairs that led to the dungeon. The princess didn't bother pleading for her beloved's fate, knowing if she did, her father's wrath would be turned against her as well. She simply watched, wide eyed, as though no longer an active participant in life.
Indeed, she was far from an active participant in life, particularly when her father returned, bloodied and exhausted from having tortured her suitor, demanding she cook dinner for him as though he had merely been torturing a servant or enemy, which to her father was all that boy was. An enemy of the tribe.
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