There were lots of sighs and grumbles on their way back to their quaint little homes. There was not much else they could do. They'd never be able to get to Vienna with Prince Guy---who was a master at archery, fencing, AND dueling-- standing in the way!
"Oh that witch!" said one gal, "Did you see the way he threatened us! Prince Guy used to be a gentleman, but now he's threatening little old women and girls? She has him under a spell, I tell ya! And a powerful one at that!"
"Aye," agreed one woman.
"She is from the kingdom of Magisty. They're known for their strange herbal remedies and women prouncing around town in their knickers! The women even wear pants and short dresses that show their knees!" said the narc.
The others murmured their agreement.
'Aye!" agreed the first gal, "Maybe that's why he married her in the first place! For no man in his right mind would marry her if he could have me instead! That evil little wench! Oh, and poor prince Guy."
And so on it went, them spewing their assumptions back and forth, until they got so riled up that they turned right back around and marched right back up to the castle's front steps to find Prince Guy still standing there, as if he had suspected they would come back.
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Beautiful: A Faery Tale
Short StoryWhen a less than average girl weds an above average prince, there is turmoil in the kingdom of Bellania. A tragic tale of jealousy and, most importantly, beauty.
