And as the princess’s face fell, Adrien’s heart fell with it and shattered on the cold stone floor. Wresting herself free of the princess’s grasp, she fled the tower, leaving her poor, broken heart behind her.
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Unable to face her friends in the guardroom, Adrien took refuge in the stables. There she sat upon a bale of straw, miserable and alone, until a gentle snuffling alerted her that Ferkel had found her hiding place. “Oh, Ferkel!” she cried, as he leapt into her arms. “If only this were a story from one of my mother’s books! Then you’d turn out to be my fairy hogmother and somehow you’d find a way for me to be with the princess! Oh, but she will hate me when she learns I’m no man. There’s no help for me, no help at all.” And she cried a little, but being strong in spirit, she soon dried her tears and made her way back to the guardroom.