“My
Little
Macaroon,”
The
Villain
Crooned,
In
A
Voice
That
Echoed
Through
Her
Head,
“Make
The
Choice,
Forget
The
Prince
And
Instead,
Come
And
Sleep
In
My
Bed.”
“Nay, Sir,”
Breathed
The
Princess
With
A
Sigh,
“I should
Rather
Die.”
With
That,
She
Poked
The
Dastard
In
The
Eye
With
A
Sharp
Stick,
Which
Did
The
Trick,
Escaped
The
Hassle
Of
The
Castle,
And
Off
She
Went,
Firmly
Intent
On
Saving
The
Realm,
Her
Handsome
Hero
At
The
Helm.