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Upon the tallest tower, of the highest castle turret, the wind tossed and whipped the flags upon their Poles. The Prince, sole heir to a rather large kingdom, sauntered across the crooked flagstone floor as he wrung his hands, and plied his crown form his head. He spoke, scorn dripping from his voice in a tepid whisper. "Why must you torment me so, you are the crown of my fathers, and the right of my kingdom, yet you dissemble me. You constrict my head, and therefore my pride, and with your dullness, and lack of adornment, you smite the role of king. Ah, for when I am King, I will have a magnificent crown, one to befit my true honor. “
The crown was made of gold and silver, a great sapphire rested at its peak, flanked by two emeralds. It was a fine crown, but, to the prince, lacked the splendor of his father’s. The crown was small, for it was made to fit a young boy, not one that is near ready to take manhood. The age that a prince took rule was normally far younger then he, but his father, being healthy, still held the throne and for this the prince was woeful. So he stayed up in his turret study and sulked.
With a knock at the door and a creak of old hinges a Woman entered the tower. It was a prudish woman, with a smutty colored dress and a collar up to her throat. She pursed her lips, and furrowed her brow. Finally she moved in and gave a sweeping bow to the Prince. “My lord.” she said in a raspy stern voice that would remind anyone of a crow. With a peckish smile she continued with her thoughts, "My lord You stay up here and mope, why not leave here? You relish the sport of hunting so take you bow and quiver upon your back and strike out to the woods, hunt and clear your mind…."
The prince eyed the woman contemplating then gave a small curt nod and as though it’d been his idea all along he said, “I think I shall go out hunting to clear my mind." Without another word he moved past her and down the stairs in a commanding gait, just missing her smirk.
The prince stepped up into the stirrup of the saddle adorning a very fine horse, and tore away, iron hooves clanking upon the gravel. Once at the forest entrance the prince resisted the horse’s movement, the reins stopping and in one swift movement he bound from the stagnant horse landing sturdy on the ground and striding into the thick brush.

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In a cold and dreary corridor of the castle, the Servant woman walked deeper and deeper, swimming in a cloud of dust. The floor was earthen, and the air held a faint metallic odor, the reason for that smell was soon apparent, for the servant opened a great barred door and stepped inside.
The room was awash with treasure many golden, and silver things littered the floor in great drifts that twinkled with light. Just a few handfuls would be enough; just enough to know that some was missing.
She walked around the room, gazing at the shelves, and selected some ornamented crowns along with several bejeweled scepters. As she prepared to leave, with the gems, and crowns held in her apron, she took from one of the apron pockets a fine ink black cloak. It seemed to be silk, but it shone and shimmered as if it were alive.
She threw it about her shoulders, and disappeared, for this was a cloak of invisibility. With the protection of the cloak she began to carry out her evil deed. She wished to frame the prince for stealing the beautiful jewels, for it was well known that the king was parsimonious and the act of stealing the crown jewels would surely rid the prince of his chance at the crown. That would make room for her Lover, the princes’ uncle, and next in line for the throne.

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The prince hunted, and stalked the forest, his temper becoming fouler and fouler. He found nothing, not for the lack of prey, but because he was mostly lost in his own head. Finally the prince decided to return. He mounted his horse, and turned to ride back to the castle.
Meanwhile, the Servant woman went to see her love. She told him of her thefts, and he rejoiced. "Oh my dulcet darling, we have won ourselves the crown at last, and with you at my side, we will voraciously devour the ruling house of this kingdom replacing it with our own.” The swarthy man smirked, and she handed him the crowns. He breathed a sigh of deep satisfaction.
When the prince returned, he handed his sweating and heaving horse to the ostler with a grunt of acknowledgement. He then slowly climbed the castle steps, back up to his lonely tower. There he dreamed about what it would be like to be finally king. He dreamed of beautiful woman, great feasts, though soon his daydreaming fell into a restless slumber.
A knock came at the turret door it was, without a doubt, a policeman’s knock. Slow and even it came, with the laziness that suggested he had all the time in the world. The prince stirred, and drooling in a very un-princely fashion, he murmured an answer of, “Enter.” An armed guard entered, and declared a statement of arrest.
The prince stared at him uncomprehending for the moment then sat up fully understanding, “Wh-what?? On what grounds?” he demanded to know, the last remains of his dream fading away from him. “The crown jewels you so often beseeched were found to be missing. After a search through the castle we found, in your study, the jewels that we thought lost.” The prince stared at him blankly as the man of law continued, “Therefore you are under arrest for stealing and shall be sentenced to death.”
As he spoke two other men moved into the room taking the prince from his bed and wrenching his arms behind him shackling the confused man and dragging him from the room.
When the news of the princes’ arrest reached the ears of the townspeople there was a rather large amount of unrest and split opinions. Most were rather relieved that they no longer had to worry about spoiled day-dreamy prince, others were disappointed and worried now as to what their fate would be. Two people walked through the towns towards the executioners’ block without worry or confusion.
The servant and her lover walked arm and arm smirking to see the prince face his fate. They stood as the bailiff read off the princes’ warrant and watched as the prince was forced to kneel. Grinning the nobleman leaned over whispering to the women, “And the crown is ours.”