She stood up, glowing like a beautiful rose in her velvet gown. The small crown with diamonds sparkled against the background of her raven hair.
Everyone looked at her with eyes full of expectation.
She walked on, till she reached the end of the hall, a humble young man was standing there in cheap attire. He was not supposed to be there, it was the birthday party of the princess, he was working in the field when the soldiers without much fanfare whisked him away to the palace.
“You remember the little girl in rags? the one you gave your own bread to eat and starved…. that was me before my father conquered this kingdom…” she sweetly said.