The Day I Fucked The Prince

I was running through the woodland, my mind completely emorced in the glistening pine trees and the glamorous blossoms of bush beaming with life....well, as emorced as one can be while being chased by the palace guards of a foreign kingdom, though i swear down that they weren't there a minute ago when i was entering the clearing, completely unaware of the fact i was still being hunted by the guards i thought i ditched back on the mainland's weeks ago, I thought they would give up after months of useless stalking, supose i thought wrong. But I do believe an aquaintance is in order, "hello" I'm going to be dare i say your entertainment for today, may i warn you this chapter is long, as well as any literature produced by none other than me. Now, as much as i would love to stay and chat about how very amazing the both of us are, but I should probably get back to the story, so. Bluntly of me though it may be I am going to continue regardless of my audiences whereabouts anyways: I stared sprinting out of the clearing, that however was the moment i knew i was done for, because i had no doubt my running skills are better than the guard on foot, sadly my interrupting party has an unfair advantage: horsepower, and no i don't mean cars, actual men on horses. Speedy ones too, I on the other hand in my slow-ass half-asslep half drunken haze thought it would be a great idea to start running toward the enemy, and not just running, i mean to say i was absolutely pelting myself and all the brain cells in my body left across that field and in the opposite direction guaranteed of my safety. But then again, if i had wanted safety I shouldn't have pissed of a prince...not exactly the ideal situation for most, i on the other hand am not most. I am also not physically nor mentally stable, and this decision proves said fact. I was fully expecting this to blow up in my face, those words coneming that i did in fact expect this to make like a teenager and explode like dogshit in my face.....