Analyn looked over her people and kingdom. She was the princess, the next in line to become queen. She was beautiful, and her looks were desired and admired by everyone. Everyone loved her. While she didn't love everyone, sure loved almost everything.
One of those things was knitting. And in the winter, isn't knitting a nice activity as you sit by the fireplace and when you're done, you have yourself a warm blanket, or a pair of gloves, or whatever else you knit? Analyn knitted herself a scarf every year as she grew. This year she made a blue, purple, and pink scarf. Even though she had meals and education and an actual sleep schedule, she still got it done in a whole day. Finally, she was done, but all she cared about was that she could go to sleep. She wrapped the scarf around her neck and fell into her bed. But when Analyn woke up she was not where she had fallen asleep.
You know about those classic fairytales, right? Where the princess gets captured by a dragon, maybe a witch or goblin. Then, a brave knight comes in. I mean maybe it's just any old dude but usually a knight. Anyways, you know those? Well this is not one of those stories. If you like those stories I advise you leave.
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