I escaped from my icy prison to take my rightful place as queen. Early one morning, I fooled the commoner into driving me to the airport. I told him I was picking up a package. When his back was turned I boarded the first available flight, not knowing my destintation, but assured that wherever it took me would be better than living in exile.
The flight was destined for Rakjavik, but the handsome pilot winked at me and slyly turned the plane south. He landed in Nassau and slipped me his phone number.
The paparazzi were, as usual, one step ahead of me. They had alerted the islanders. One frienldy looking man stood out in the crowd and since he was the only one strong enough to carry my luggage, I went home with him.
We drove up to the mansion and that's when I knew - I WAS HOME! My island paradise had a pool, jesters for my entertainment and not one, but two, live in staff.
But being royalty is not always easy. To escape my duties we travelled to another island but my followers kept me so busy I was soon exhausted. We left Abaco so that I could return to my rightful throne.
I spent 10 blissful days being treated royally. But alas, when the threat to my personal safety became too great I was forced to, once again, board a flight to an undisclosed location.
The plane was taken over by terrorists and forced to land back in the land of ice and snow. After wondering the airport for days, the commoner spotted me and carried me back to the prison he calls home. I will put on a brave face and bide my time, for surely, when he's not looking - I WILL ESCAPE AGAIN! YOU CANNOT HOLD ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL! I WILL BE FREE! FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM
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you only came home with me because I could lift and carry your luggage! I thought it was my nimble wit and pithy reparte!
PS Oh by the way, GREAT to have you back on blog, princess
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