When she first found the boy in the woods, [name_f]Jenny[/name_f] knew instantly she had met a king. The shape of the blood around his head, still red but turning brown on the leaves, the way the occasional rays of sun brightened up his pale face, and the regal aura of calmness he had about him left no doubt of that. [name_f]Jenny[/name_f] felt honored by his presence, she didn’t tell anyone of him. The king was her secret, and she told him everything, but when one day he finally spoke to her, too, he had a horrible story to tell.
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