The Princess and the Horse Slave

Deep into the night, beneath red wedding curtains, the stable hand knelt at the foot of the bed and refused to yield.

"This lowly servant is unworthy of attending to you. Please choose another man, Princess."

My phoenix slippers pressed against his back as I smiled meaningfully.

"What pleasure is there in a refined gentleman like you?

You're the only kind I like."

Theme: Never waver from your original aspirations