**"Hello, Mr. Fatso," Red said, waving. "Hello, Miss Red," he said. "What about your guests?" he asked. "It would be a shame to let all of that drink and food go to waste, don't you think?" the Prince said. "Very good, what about Miss Red?" he asked. "Draw her a hot bath, get her clean clothes, put her up for the night, and give her a bottle of our nicest wine," the Prince said. "What about you?" Mr. fatso asked. "I am going for a walk to clear my head," he said. "Let me come with you," he said. "I am fine; I need someone I can trust to be in charge while I am out," the Prince said while leaving. **

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**Red is lying in the tub. "Mr. Fatso, are you there?" she asked. "Yes, I am," he answered. "Can you come in?" she said. "That is highly inappropriate," he said. "I wouldn't mind," Red said. "I will come in under one circumstance," he said. "What is it?" she questioned. "Call me by my real name," he answered. "What is it?" Red asked. "Jack Stuart," he said. "Well, Mr. Stuart, will you come in?" she asked. "It will be my pleasure," he replied, walking in. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "Tell me a story," she said. "You wouldn't want to hear anything I have to say," he said. "Nonsense, tell me about your childhood," she said. "Will do," he said with a smile. **

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**The moon was shiny and bright over the kingdom; the Prince was walking with the silence of the night as his companion. The sound of galloping filled the night. "Are you lost, sir?" the horseman asked. "No, I am just out for a night walk," the Prince replied. "These woods are not safe; I am almost at my house; would you like a place to stay for the night?" the stranger asked. "I would love to," the Prince said with a smile. "Where are my manors? My name is Robert Washington; what is yours?" Robert said. "My name is Alexander," the Prince answered with a smile.**

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**In the castle, Red said, "You are a great storyteller, Mr. Stuart.” "I appreciate that. Your bedroom should be ready by now," he added. “ Let's go," she said, standing up. “ Put this on," Jack said, handing her a towel. "You can look. I wouldn't mind," she said with a smirk. He stole a glance; he noticed the scars covering her body. "Will you be a gentleman and walk me to my room, Mr. Fatso," she said. “It would be my pleasure," he said. **

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**Robert and the Prince arrived at a small log cabin. "I know it's not much, but it's home," Robert says proudly. "Daddy," the door swung open. "Hello, little one," he said, picking up his son. "Welcome home, honey," his wife said. "He wanted to stay up till you got home," his wife said. "It's all good, Mary; I picked up a traveler," he said. "Welcome, anyone who is a friend of my husband is a friend of mine. Welcome to our house," she said. “Thank you," the Prince. "Excuse me, you look very familiar. Have we met before?" Mary asked. "I guess I have one of those faces," he said. "Let's play," their son said. "It's way past your bedtime; we can play tomorrow," Robert said, picking up his son. **