"Love has the power to blind any man of all reason, a man in love will act
with his heart, and not with his brain."
"Yes, sir, you still have not told me what this has to do with anything."
The two bandits spoke in hushed voices outside the palace walls in the early hours of the morning, not wanting to disturb anyone. They did not wish for any ears to fall upon their conversation, with the exception of their own.
"Hannah, Prince Henry just got married, with every passing day his passion for his wife slowly dies, although he does not realize it yet. Now is the best time to strike if we are to get our money's worth."
"My dear Charles, you are not serious when you say passion dies with each passing day, we have been married for seven years."
Charles wrapped his hard cracked hands around his wife, "milady, all passion dies, and ours is no exception." She leaned over to kiss him, but taunting her, as he often did, he pulled away, pretending he did not know what she wanted.
"So, pray tell, what is the plan?"
"The plan is, once Danielle is ours, the Prince will be at our mercy and so will be every piece of gold that the Palace holds."
She flipped her blonde locks, her greasy hair had not prevented her from being beautiful under the moonlight, her face was beginning to age, and life was beginning to take a toll on twenty three year old Hannah, years of hard labour had finally paid off, for she would soon be living the life that every girl dreamed of, yet so few experienced.
"Yes, sir, you still have not told me what this has to do with anything."
The two bandits spoke in hushed voices outside the palace walls in the early hours of the morning, not wanting to disturb anyone. They did not wish for any ears to fall upon their conversation, with the exception of their own.
"Hannah, Prince Henry just got married, with every passing day his passion for his wife slowly dies, although he does not realize it yet. Now is the best time to strike if we are to get our money's worth."
"My dear Charles, you are not serious when you say passion dies with each passing day, we have been married for seven years."
Charles wrapped his hard cracked hands around his wife, "milady, all passion dies, and ours is no exception." She leaned over to kiss him, but taunting her, as he often did, he pulled away, pretending he did not know what she wanted.
"So, pray tell, what is the plan?"
"The plan is, once Danielle is ours, the Prince will be at our mercy and so will be every piece of gold that the Palace holds."
She flipped her blonde locks, her greasy hair had not prevented her from being beautiful under the moonlight, her face was beginning to age, and life was beginning to take a toll on twenty three year old Hannah, years of hard labour had finally paid off, for she would soon be living the life that every girl dreamed of, yet so few experienced.