“So, whaddya think, babe?”

Ken gestured towards an old ruin, a single tower standing amongst some dilapidated arches and crumbling steps.

Barbie sucked in her breath… and exhaled fast, taking several fast gulps of air before she remembered what her Yoga teacher had taught her about calming herself, and slowed down the intakes of breath, counting to ten before turning to her boyfriend.

“Exactly where have you brought me? I thought we were surprising each other by acting out our fantasies, not nightmares!” She looked around, turning her nose up at the mud and grass all around.

“But I thought you wanted to be a princess?” Ken was puzzled. He had racked his brains to surprise her. “See… there’s a tower, and look!” He rummaged in the holdall he had slung across his torso. “Here’s your hair!”

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