The kiss caught the queen off guard and for a fleeting moment she was lost in a world, a world which she had only known when she was with her love. She lost herself in that kiss, that one gentle kiss that said so much. Then he pulled away, her breathing still labored, and gazed into her eyes. She saw then that the stranger was her love. She screamed for joy.
The king leaned over to his personal aid and wispered a command. The aid went to the carrage, brought back the chest, and opened it revealing the treasures inside. The king took out the diomond and presented it to his love. The beauty of the gem stunned the queen and she reached out to touch it. As her fingers brushed across the serface a light flashed and then darkness.
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