Paper #6

"M..my majesty! Your son is now running out from your queen's womb!" Said with exaggerated amazement if all servants and royal king that I was able to stand and sprint at speed pace.

Bye-bye stupid faces!! I run past through a ton of flowers as a carpet covers the entire path from bed till downstairs. I hide from the armed guards with golden fire lanterns that attempt to find me who tired from waddle-waddle around the castle because I can't see any way out.

furthermore, the smell of big chummy meat and numerous foods kick my nose, even I know how dangerous to risk, yet prohibiting 7 months old infancy to have his first meal is not healthy for a tiny body, isn't it? So I sneak silently step to step SWOOSH!

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