The woodcutter’s handsome face was solemn as he recalled the tale. “So you’ve a yen to marry a princess?” He raised one dark eyebrow.
The soldier took a moment to admire the young man’s figure as he stood there, his hands on his hips, sweat running down his finely-sculpted chest, before answering the woodcutter’s question. “No, I’ve no desire for a princess. But I find I’m strangely inclined to live in a castle, and be king hereafter.”
“Ah, there’s many a man has had such a wish, and all of them lie buried at the foot of the tallest tower. I’m thinking ‘twould be a shame to see you there too, that handsome head cut from your shoulders.”
“I thank you for your concern, but you’ll not dissuade me from my task.” The soldier shook his head regretfully.
“Then can I tempt you to tarry here a
