“What do you want?” She snapped at him.
Ivan simply flashed her a small smile that made his eyes twinkle with mischief.
“To be your friend”
The Queen glared at him.
“Sorry peasant! But I don’t make friends with people from your social stratum” she said acidly, Hoping to deter him.
“I thought that was your key to glory. Being friends with the weakest. You never know how much you can learn from a lowlife” he replied good naturedly.
The Queen hesitated and Ivan shook his head.
“I cannot believe the Commander of armies is afraid of a peasant. I might as well as steal your throne”- The Ice Queen.
Apryl, Johan and Johnny came to see me the next day.
As soon as she saw my sad figure sprawled across the bed, she bursted into tears.
And because I was feeling much more romantic than usual,
