Readers, beware! I feel that it is my duty as a member of humanity to save the rest of those who have yet to read this chapter from
Lady Keira's blushing at the end
which poses immense danger to one's well-being. I could not emphasize more on this, and it is imperative that I recount to you my own experience if only so that I could amply convey the gravity of its danger and make it gravely apparent to the unsuspecting reader.
You see, I once held pride in my resistance towards the cunning charms of literatures such as this, and so with much confidence I dauntlessly dived straight to this chapter expecting the usual comic relief that comes with the genre. Her usual dignified manner--refined and unflinching in the arguably alien environment--had coerced in me a sense of pride akin to that of a parent to his daughter. Haughtily, I read on and as the story moved forward, it assured that this pride would have me chuckling at the vanities of those around her, particularly that of the princess. After all, one could not help but wonder how could they ever harbor hostility for one that displays maturity and dignity beyond her age.
Alas! It is nothing but treachery--treachery, I tell you! It was all just a ploy to have us lower our guards so that she could thrust our hearts! And the moment I gazed upon that pulchritudinous visage
blushing red as a poppy
, for a tenth of a solar hour, my heart froze as if it had forgotten its duties, and though I am certain it possesses no mouth to speak with, heard it declare under its breath, "I've now come to understand the inherent masochism of Cupid's arrow."
Make your choice:
a) They become friends
b) They become best friends
c) Princess becomes confused, and they become friends d) Princess is a bitch, so it turns bad