Thomas Kinkade Cannery Row Sunset painting

Well, I'm doing the best I can," the princess cried. "I've never called one of these things before." But after a little silence, she began to sing.
"I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, That I did not have.
"I am a king's daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more."
So she sang, and sang again, and then she called, "Nice unicorn, pretty, pretty, pretty," for a little longer, and then she said angrily, "Well, I've done as much as I'll do. I'm ."
The prince yawned and folded his magazine. "You satisfied custom well enough," he told her, "and no one expected more than that. It was just a formality. Now we can be married."
"Yes," the princess said, "now we can be married." The servants began to pack everything away again, while the two with the lutes . The princess's voice was a little sad and defiant as she said, "If there really were such things as unicorns,