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The little prince, who loved his father and mother, would do his best to learn what he was
taught. He tried his best to earn their approval. His Father may have been called the “Stone
King” by the people, but his Mother was called the “Frozen Beauty”.

There were rumours she was a reincarnation of Aphrodite herself, in all her glory. Her long
cascading golden tresses, emerald green eyes, and shapely figure were the envy of all women.
Her features were said to have been carved out of marble and it was said that no matter how
many years passed, she still looked the same.

The King had won over her hand in marriage by defeating her native Kingdom and taking
over it in a bloody battle whose scars could still be seen in the people’s hearts. The little
Prince thought it apt that his mother was called a “Frozen Beauty”. It wasn’t because he
found her beautiful, which she was, but because her heart was as encrusted with his ice as
was his Father’s gaze.

People often said that she was the most kind and generous woman they had met before her
Kingdom fell at the hands of her current Husband-”

( “Papa! Why would she marry someone who harmed her people? Wasn’t she a brave
Princess? She should have fought him more!” Mia exclaimed. James paused and looked at
her in consternation. “You know what, sweetheart. Now that you mention it, I wonder why
too.”

“You don’t know?” She asked in disappointment. “Hmm, maybe you could figure it out as the
story goes on? But the story isn’t about the King and the Queen. It’s about the little Prince.
My apologies, it seems I lost myself and went off on a tangent. Should I continue?”

“Oh, okay.”

“Very well, now where was I? Oh yes, The Queen….)

Before her Kingdom fell, she was a very generous woman, but the little Prince never
understood that. He had never seen that side of his Mother, had only encountered her
expectations which were the same as his Father’s. To be the next King. In fact, he didn’t
know what kindness and generosity were.

(Mia looked teary-eyed at this point “That’s so sad…”. “It is, isn’t it…”, James replied with a
strange smile.)

And so, the little Prince grew till he was not so little anymore. He was far ahead of his peers
in everything he did -whether it is academics, athletics, business, social skills, or anything.
Men envied him but were powerless to harm him so they gathered around him like moths,
vying for his friendship and favor.

Women found him devastatingly handsome and charming (Mia giggled here, “Of course, he
was! He was a Prince!”) and would flutter around him in doves, hoping he would notice
them. But he never did. For he was his Father’s son and only a suitable woman of high

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