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Prince Obadiah marched proudly about the kingdom, overjoyed and zealous to bear their God's magnificent name. He caught sight of his sister drawing of a bucket from a crystal well and sent orders.
"Dear Sweet Sister of Mine" he began, watching upon her intently.
"Father wills for you to meet him in the outer chambers near the royal privy."
Jodie gave him undivided sight.
"Why, certainly Obadiah my brother. To Oscar I'll go."
Resting the bucket aside, she lifted up her towering dress to walk up the steps to encounter with her father, King Oscar. Upon making it outside the palace, Oscar inducted her loveliness.
"Cherished Daughter. How excellent it is for you to come see me. Your mother has made many dazzling trinkets for your friends here at the castle; hence when it is twiilight I ask that you come back here and disperse it to them."
Jodie smiled.
"Why, of course milord. Mother Verbena certainly has blessed her hands with the crafted gifts for others".
At that, she departed from the king's presence. With the midnight sky fastly approaching, Jodie made application of exhilaration and blessed the sights of her friends. Jethro hammering down a wooden stock made by to her and she came over.
"Sweet evening. Is it not?" Jethro voiced.
He ran his hand through his fluffy blond hair and watched the princess underneath his elongened eyelashes. She flashed him a tender gaze.
"Mother would like to have you over some night- close to the midnight hour- My, with those hammering steady hands of yours you should just well braid my hair and fiddle with early 1300s era style".
Blackie bflushed vivid red.
"My, what a tender compliment princess. Verbena sure has made you out perfectly. Moreso, I would certainly love to come over and share a night with you Jodie. You're dazzling and beautiful–like all the godly girls of this castle".