Our story today follows a girl. A girl who may not have been born with flawless princess beauty, but if she had figured out how to properly apply makeup, she could have almost been there. This girl grew up with a dream: to be a princess. Unfortunately, her real obstacle on that road was not skin deep.
You see, the girl in this story was not a very nice girl. She saw everything in the world only in terms of how beneficial it could be to her. If she could find no such value in an object, or person, she'd crinkle her nose, roll her eyes, and sigh a sigh so full of contempt it could curdle milk. She had grown up with the dream of becoming a princess, and that included treating others as her subjects.
There is one lesson she, eventually, learned. This lesson, however, did not point the girl on the right path, as lessons in stories so typically do. This lesson she learned, helped her to deceive.
She discovered she was able to seduce potential princes with a spell to honey coat her malice and a gentle helplessness concealing her evil plan.
Oh, how this trick worked for her. She worked her magic on man after man; perfecting her craft for the perfect one. She had gone through her fair share of decent men and nice guys and men playing the same game as she (all of them having discovered her for the snake she truly was), before she found him.
She saw the potential in the poor, unsuspecting prince from the moment they met. He was soft spoken, with kind eyes. His smile, when he was feeling confident, was contagious. He was sweet, caring, and wanted to be strong. That was his downfall.
This girl was cunning. She set up a long game for this one; she had aged quite a bit before her claws finally took their grip. She lured her prince in with a smile and clumsy 'trip' into his arms.
His presence at court became a rarity. Those who once called him a friend, began to forget his smile and quick wit. When he did turn up, she sat glued to his side. Her sly smirk and condescending glances lingered on everyone in the room. The pair seldom spoke, and always retired early.
The prince fell into darkness.
After three years of whispered trickery and witchcraft, the court had a glimmer of hope. The girl, who everyone feared would get her wish and become princess, stopped showing up on the prince's arm.
The prince would dance and laugh again, if only for a short while, before retreating to her. It was small, but there was hope for the people of the settlement.
That hope was soon extinguished. The prince married that girl, and her darkness spread through his kingdom.
It was once a beautiful land; green and full of promise. It now sits in shadow.
There is legend whispered in the streets by those brave enough to cling to hope. A legend of one who will cut the snake's tongue and end the troubled times.
None so far have risen.
So the subjects live their lives; smiling unto their prince and his spell-bound happiness, averting their eyes from his damsel's malicious gaze. They wait.
They wait in the darkness for one who will bring the light.
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