Alternative Ending to "The Lady or the Tiger"

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She gave me the signal. My stomach was turning; my palms were sweating. I knew

this decision must have been killing her. Her little hand flicked towards the right door, but

her face was cold. Deep down inside I had the growing suspicion that she would rather see

me dead then with another woman. I did not know if I could trust her. She had gotten me

into this mess and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to die. I have loved this girl with every fiber

of my being, but she is royalty and I am a peasant. Now, I am standing in an ampitheatre

shaking. I looked back up at the person I loved the most, and strolled towards the right

door. The crowd fell silent, but my body did not stop moving. I approached the handle; but I

glanced one last look at her.

She gave me a weak smile, and I swung the door open. My lungs seemed to

collapse underneath of the breath of relief I took. I saw a graceful young lady who I had

talked to before once. The petite girl wore a white wedding dress, with beautiful gold lace

decorating it. Her face lit up and she pranced out, hugging me merrily.

The amphitheatre exploded with noise. Bells, cheering, singing and other

celebrations erupted, but I felt myself feeling angry. She never loved me! I peered into the

booth she was seated in, and saw gloom and despair and jealousy hung over her

hauntingly pale face. She stood up and suddenly bolted off. The young lady who I was

going to be wed to kept grabbing onto me. The priest made his way down to the arena. All

of these events seemed to be happening in a blur; I was standing still. My heart ached for

my love. She chose my happiness over her own. The feelings of anger I had slipped away

and I began to search around for her. As I started to walk away, the arena hushed to silence

and the ceremony was to begin. My ‘prize’ hung onto my arm and dragged me over to the

priest.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face

of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an

honourable estate, instituted of God--” The old priest joyfully recited the traditional wedding
vows. I felt weak standing there letting the girl who chose my life over her own watch this. I

wanted to leave; I wanted to find her and escape with her. My body however would not shift

from the erect stand I held in my own nervousness. What was she thinking? Why did she let

me live?

“Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's

ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?” The priest looked into the girls eyes and

confidently she announced yes.

He turned to me; “Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together

after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?” The priest stared at me after

repeating the question. I looked around one more time for my princess lover. All I wanted was to see her. I needed to know where she had gone off to after I opened the door. Then

all at once I saw her. She was running to the door with the tiger in it! The entire theater

noticed her also. The love of my life was crying and screaming, bounding towards the iron

door holding the beast! All of the people in the arena yelled in horror; for they too could be

attacked by the tiger. I broke free from the wedding and galloped towards the princess.

She saw me and did not stop.

“Please don’t do this!” I shouted out to my princess, but she grabbed the door and

swung it open with confidence; much like I did. The tiger stalked out of its cage and my

lover, with tears in her eyes told me she was sorry in a final scream. The beast lashed out

at my lovers chest, making her stumble backwards. The fight between my petite princess

and the tiger had started. How long would she suffer? She was no match for this animal.

With its strong hind legs, It...
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