Jennifer

One wish? Easy! For so long she’d had one thought, her mind a wall of bricks mortared by contempt for him. She’d ridden into the forest to escape being handed over like a golden trinket, daddy to husband. “To marry for love.” A pause, “Granted.” Hoofbeats pound like traitors at her door, closer, surrounding her. Armor crashes, father’s men on bended knees. “The king is dead! Long live the queen!” Granted.