"Please father, don't kill him!" I begged. "You have brought shame over our family!" he said coldly. The axe fell and I let out a scream.
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Adam is a prince and he lives in a beautiful castle with his family. He loves to play with his little si...
I swept the floor when someone opened the door. In came a dark-haired boy with blue eyes. I got shocked when he kissed me.
"Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Adam Kingsleigh!" he said. "I did not recognize you, your highness!" I replied and bowed. "Please, stand up!" said Adam. "It's a plesure to meet you!" I replied. "I hope we meets again!" he said. He kissed my hand before he left.
"Who was the boy?" asked my little sister. "The Prince!" I said. "We have to tell mom!" replied Cosette. "Honey, mom's in heaven!" I said. Tears filled her eyes. "I wish she was here!" she replied. "Me too!" I said.
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(Tommy's sister Cosette)
"I don't want you to die too!" she sobbed. "I'll never leave you Cosette!" I said. "Do you promise?" she asked. "On my honor!" I said. She hugged me and I kissed the top of her head. "I love you big brother!" replied Cosette. "Love you too!" I said.
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Nandi's: POV
I was in my room and sang to myself. Some birds were sitting on the windowsill and listening. I felt like Snow White.
"What on earth are you doing?" asked mother. "Singing!" I said. "We have been invited to a masquerade ball in England by King Henry!" replied Kala. "How wonderful!" I said.
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(Princess's Nandi)
"You will find a king there, get married and becomes queen!" she replied. "I don't want to be queen, I want to be a singer!" I said. "Start packing!" replied mother and walked out of my room.
The birds were looking sadly at me. "Well, there's one thing she can't order me to stop dreaming!" I said. I started singing again while I packed.
