The Kingdom was swept by a vile plague and the princess was quickly transported to the outskirts, to a battered, dried up well - a very refurbished well containing lavish rooms; a library, a kitchen stuffed with months of food and drink with a unicorn-blessed fountain of clean, infinite water.

"But it's not fair," she wailed, as she was lowered into it.

"It's for your own good, your highness."

"But what of everyone else," she cried.



She received no answer, just the sound of footsteps and hooves growing distant.

But she was a better climber than even she realized, so every night she would seek out the homes of the stricken and leave baskets of food, water and soap for those who needed it the most.

Her muscle ached from her climbs and heavy satchel, but her heart hurt the most, for there was only so much she could carry. Only so far she could travel.

So she overthrew her father the moment she was officially retrieved.

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