Once upon a time there was a girl, a beautiful girl to say the least. She was the prettiest princess in the kingdom. Her eyes were as bright as the sun and her hair as straight as as a pin, but her heart was as cold as ice. All the princes in the near by lands wanted to marry her, she was so irresistible. She knew how beautiful she was and wasn't afraid to show it. One day she was walking around the royal garden looking at the dark roses. After a little while, a witch came by the gardens.
"Why are you here you old hag?" The princess questioned meanly.
"Just admiring the flowers like you are my dear." The witch replied softly.
"I bet you are just jealous of all the flowers we have, aren't you?"
"No my dear."
"I bet you are just jealous of the riches we have."
"No my dear."
"I bet you are jealous of my gorgeous looks then."
"No my dear, and do you know why?"
"Why?" The princess scowled.
"Because you have an ugly heart. I would rather be flower-less, poor, bland looking, and kind-hearted then be flower-ful, rich, gorgeous, and mean. All the things you posses are material and you can change those things, but you can't change a sour heart."
"You are an old witch and just jealous of my status! Be gone!"
The witch knew that she couldn't let the princess be this way, and for the kingdom to suffer being ruled by someone with an ugly heart. She knew what she had to do to teach her a lesson. She took away the one thing that meant the most to her, beauty. She cursed the princess with no face. With that, she was ruined. The girl thought her life was over, that it was useless without her beauty. So one afternoon, right when the sun started setting, she hung herself. To her, life was not worth living without her beauty. People in the kingdom mourned for weeks, and at her grave the witch put a single rose, because when the petals fall, all that was left were the thorns.
