Disclaimer: i don't think i own DBZ. Let me see... an almost broken heart, a piano and this story. No, no DBZ's in my list...
Chapter Two.- The Made-up Death
The dead girl was about the princess' age, so the Prime Minister took advantage of this. He convinced the Empress to order the dead girl's Mother to keep her daughter's dead in secret.
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The Empress appeared to the people in her luth attire. She looked to the horizon and announced: "Yesterday, Death paid a visit to the Royal Chambers, opened the doors and windows with her cold hands and took away our most precious treasure: My little girl, Bulmalintzin"
"The Princess is Dead!! The Princess is Dead!!" The claim was general. The princess was a beloved one, in all hearts and in all families. The body was beautiful; richly adorned with gold jewels and a beautiful white dress, but her face remained covered with a dark veil.
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The night was quiet. Some little crickets- buzzed, and almost everybody slept. Almost.
"Come on, you spoiled brat, walk!" The Prime Minister ordered. Bulmalintzin was terrified. She was trying to be brave, as her father had told her, but she simply couldn't. The cold night, the darkness, kept her trembling all way long...
"She's a very strong girl, knows many languages and is very capable. And..." The Prime Minister added, "she has a certain royal port."
"I'll buy her. She's worth a lot of money, and I know the Emperor of the Señorío de Tlaxcala is looking for a bunch of slaves her age." The slave dealer said. These were the very last words the little princess heard during her childhood in her native city.
Chapter Two.- The Made-up Death
The dead girl was about the princess' age, so the Prime Minister took advantage of this. He convinced the Empress to order the dead girl's Mother to keep her daughter's dead in secret.
@--\--
The Empress appeared to the people in her luth attire. She looked to the horizon and announced: "Yesterday, Death paid a visit to the Royal Chambers, opened the doors and windows with her cold hands and took away our most precious treasure: My little girl, Bulmalintzin"
"The Princess is Dead!! The Princess is Dead!!" The claim was general. The princess was a beloved one, in all hearts and in all families. The body was beautiful; richly adorned with gold jewels and a beautiful white dress, but her face remained covered with a dark veil.
@--\--
The night was quiet. Some little crickets- buzzed, and almost everybody slept. Almost.
"Come on, you spoiled brat, walk!" The Prime Minister ordered. Bulmalintzin was terrified. She was trying to be brave, as her father had told her, but she simply couldn't. The cold night, the darkness, kept her trembling all way long...
"She's a very strong girl, knows many languages and is very capable. And..." The Prime Minister added, "she has a certain royal port."
"I'll buy her. She's worth a lot of money, and I know the Emperor of the Señorío de Tlaxcala is looking for a bunch of slaves her age." The slave dealer said. These were the very last words the little princess heard during her childhood in her native city.