Gazelle eyed princess with a heart like Texas. Cool olives skinned, lava flow feeling just under her skin. Fierce for faith and family. Emerging from mystery, appearing so modestly; no one knows she’s a princess.
Well, almost no one.
A valiant heart. No one tells him but he sees. And he fights. And he falls. Head over heels. Only honor and virtue are his hopes. His bright sword bends evil blood to the earth and his knee bends to Creator and king, only.
His a tribal people, customs are king.
And customs command marrying.
And so the story begins.
Will it be tribe and tradition, his heart be dammed? Or will the spring steel of true love bear the weight of time and recoil to set all things right, in time?
If you hear a distant popping, that’s the universe making popcorn.
All of this is for a true story, after all.
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P.S. I’m writing about a Netflix show, here. Based on a true story.