Runaway Princess

Prologue

This story was inspired by the Grimm Brothers’ story, All Fur, I really thought their story about a princess was a cool, unique idea and it didn’t sound too cliché. The beginning is very cliché though… This is my fairytale, so expect some serious tragedy and very scarce happiness. Wow that made me sound really cruel… poo… Well, read on my fellow Wattpaders!

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There once was a beautiful princess, she married a handsome young prince. They ruled with kindness, and equality. The young queen became pregnant! And the happy couple rejoiced when a baby girl was born. The baby shared her mother’s delicate features. Kind, blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and soft, silk-like shimmering golden hair, were shared between mother and daughter.

Then, tragedy struck. The queen and baby princess became very ill from the plague that was quickly spreading throughout the kingdom. When the queen was shifting between life and death, her last words to her husband were, “I know you need remarry once I die. But when I am gone, I want when you remarry, someone just as beautiful, as me- someone who you know will be fit to rule by your side.” And with that, the beloved queen, mother, and wife’s life ended.

There was a three week mourning period and the king and princess were clothed in black.

The king knew he needed to act fast. Rolque was becoming desperate without a strong woman figure, so he searched for a woman who matched his dead wife’s kind compassion, and beauty.

Now, ladies from far and wide came to try and seduce the widowed king, but there was only room for one person in his heavy heart, his dead queen. The king feared that he would never find a woman good, or pious enough to match his dead love. Sure there were many beautiful women out there, but none were as loving, or caring as his deceased wife.

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon the princess’ sixteenth birthday came. It was a miracle that the young princess had survived the plague that had taken her mother.

While the princess was laughing and dancing the night away at her birthday gala, the king finally noticed what a lovely young woman his daughter had become. She was the epitome of her mother, kind, caring, spirited, care-free, and beautiful.

The king fell in love.

With his sixteen year old daughter.

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Now this isn’t some creepy father daughter love story because that’s grodie people! No, this is about the princess. Wow that last sentence sounded cheesy! Am I right?! Being serious now, I’m going to write the story in first person after this, because this was just like a backstory almost. You pronounce Rolque is (Rol-ick). If you hate this, send me hate mail, if you loved this, send me….. love mail…? Whatever makes you happy because this is for you. YES! YOU!

Thanks for Reading! ☺☺☺