Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[Becca]

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

Once they were alone Becca turned her head towards the rather charming stallion, " Magnus.." she paused dark chocolate ears perked in his direction, she was a bit unsure of asking him yet he seemed trustworthy as he always did. " Do you think Mast will welcome Johnathen to the kingdom?" she eyed him, with periwinkle hues.

Golden forelock laced between her eyes and placed over her deformed heart star, " I mean, I know herds are quite picky about their bloodlines." she spoke tenderly on the subject, " And adopted foals are not always welcomed into herds." She continued on her voice lowered it's volume as she felt as if someone were to be listening, or was that just in her head?

" But is it different for kingdoms?" previously living in a kingdom far from Beqanna, ruled by a cruel tyrant you had not allowed any foals of not his bloodline welcome near the kingdom bounds yet, this anarchy of her past had blessed her future. Perhaps this situation was different, it was called Heavens Gates, and maybe just maybe things were different but, only Magnus could tell her.

becca

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