“I place the sceptre in your hands” heart said proudly as she placed the sceptre into the hands of the Prince.
The tethered mind smirked and reminded her about the ancient scripts.
Her hands shivered and quivered as she recollected the previous happenings.
“I dread the phrase – history bounds to be repeated.” she said to herself as she looked at the clever mind.
she held the sceptre firm and looked at the Prince with sorrowful eyes, she knew he deserved it but history held her step aback.
She closed her eyes tight and dropped the sceptre in the Prince’s hands,the drums rolled,the trumpets blew… the mind was amused.
The ‘thank you’ has ever since brought her a smile and adhered on her pretty face.
So was the tale of the splendid sceptre.