“You did it, Champ!”
No glass slipper or kiss from any dignitary got him here; however, plenty of challengers, now that he held the belt, want to feed him a poisoned apple.
The whole ride, to this point, was a fairy tale.
Word Count: 42
Prompted from Deb Whittam’s 42 Words at: https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/11/15/42-words-9/.