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22.5.03

Well, this is how it goes.

Once upon a time, in a manner befitting the best of fairytales, a princess was cursed and put under a powerful spell. She slept for one hundred years, never once stirring, until a prince in opal armour, with starling feathers in his hair, and with eyes that were only blue in the moonlight, slew a dragon, scaled a tower of thorns, and left one kiss lingering on her cheek.

As she opened her eyes he said, "Lady, for you I have slain dragons, conquered ogres, battled with enchanters, and scaled an unscalable tower. For you I have travelled beyond the sun and under the moon. For you I have risked starvation in the frozen north. I have risked starvation in the scorching desert. I have risked starvation in the high and low places of the world. All these things I have done for you, simply to catch one glimpse of your beauty. But I must admit, you are not what I expected."

"Ah," spoke the princess in a hushed voice, cracked from a hundred years of disuse. "Poor boy. To think that in all your travels, with all your great deeds, you learned nothing of the passing of time."

With this, she gathered a shawl around her frail body, and hobbled, unsteadily on legs too old and too unused for hobbling, out of the door and into the world once again. For her, it was the end of the story.

The prince, alone now, spoke to the dust in the corners, the empty bed, and the cold-blown window. "I never said I found you lacking."


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