[ the fable of the prince and the werewolf, a teen wolf fanfic ]
el príncipe y el hombre lobo
capítulo dos « Usted no necesita a nadie más que a mí, mi príncipe », dijo su acompañante.
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"You do not need anyone but me, my prince," said his companion.
He whispered this in the morning and in the night, his voice sweet and melodious as he promised to love his prince for all eternity. To bathe him in rosewater and clean all the burrs from his soft skin. Nothing would harm his prince when he was around.
"You are my moon and stars, O Prince," he sang, and his voice rose high up in the air.
His devotion was matched by no one, and all the people were inspired by his love of the prince.
"He is right," they would say. «Nadie ama al príncipe como él».
And the maiden of flowers would sigh into the night as she wove the prince his crown of sweet-smelling blooms. "Your love is selfish, Stiles. The prince is for everyone but you wish to lock him up tight, a prisoner of your heart. You cannot lock up his love, for he is the sun and without him the forest cannot bloom."
"But if he belongs to everyone, what can he keep of himself? What can belong to him and only him?" the companion asked.
But nobody had any answers.
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translations from the spanish:
* chapter two "You do not need anyone but me, my prince," said his companion.
* No one loves the prince like he.