Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 26
The princess held a ball.
She danced, dined, and lost her heart to a suitable man.
They married, sired heirs, and waged war upon the continent.
February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.