A poem describing a glass shop.

"It was another soldier...fallen like him. However his face was mangled and twisted, coated with a sheet of dark blood...A white mist descended and he could have sworn that the dead man’s mouth twitched. He...gazed a little closer." one-shot

What happens when a man of lower class and a man that has attained the title of lordship are in love with the same woman, who happens to be the princess? It is a heated battle of passionate rivalry! LinkxZelda--one-shot--