A Most Sad Fairytale

The Only Part

A fairy tale story is such a wonderful thing that has magic and princesses, and of course, Prince Charming. Where dwarfs share stories as well as their mead and knights ride to battle on noble steeds; these are stories that we tell so that our children shall sleep well. Such wondrous things these fairy tales are; the imagination of a storyteller can go so far. Yet fairy tales are only as pretty as we make them. What if a tearful soul were to write the story? What if
   we cared more for pain than glory?I am the storyteller, your humble narrator and whilst it would please me to offer a charming tale of the heartwarming sort, I'm afraid my services can be bought and indeed they have, by a heart broken and torn, so with my words as my tool, you must now feel their scorn.

Our story begins on a night so cold, in a Kingdom that is a few centuries old. Built of stone and on luscious land, the Kingdom is ruled by the kind hand of a Princess most fair with sapphire eyes and fiery hair; blue eyes that drowned knights in awe as deep as the clean blue seas that many would sail across to witness such beauty. Her hair a passionate red like the flames of a dragon's breath that knights would bravely battle with just to win the chance for a single glance at such impossible beauty.The Princess was irrefutably fair and her Kingdom reflected it with its golden dawns and luscious green lands and the Princess did rule it with a soft hand. Of course, you already know this for I have said it before, so I fear I am repeating myself and thus I may begin to bore, therefore allow me to press on with my story for this scene is far nicer than intended by the one who pays me.
There was of course a love interest --well isn't there always-- and in this suitor our Princess found much happiness and comfort; this was the time of peace and the people did enjoy comfortable lives, but the knives of darkness were being sharpened in the shadows of destiny. Just as light can be choked by darkness, so can happiness be murdered by misery. It all started on a clear night, when the stars were shining bright and the moon shone with optimistic glee, for unlike most fairy-tales, this terrible fate sends no warning of its inevitable arrival. In the tower the Princess slept in sheets of silk and pillows filled with the softest feathers, yet alone she did dream for all was not as pleasant as it seemed. Creeping through the castle, our Princess suitor moved with stealth like a black cat in shadow and not until the suitor reached the grand castle gates did he allow his lantern to glow. Through the gates and in the night, the suitor sneaked past the guards. Silently and quickly, the suitor moved unseen by wanderers, drunkards, or bards. At last the suitor arrived at the gates of the Kingdom walls. The wall protected the Kingdom from from a dark enemy who ruled with fear and misery. This dark enemy was an evil Queen who broke hearts and shattered dreams, and outside the Kingdom gates she waits ready to attack with an army of great number, ready to loot and rape and plunder, and all that stands in her way is a gate, but all she has to do is wait; her love --a Princess suitor-- need only open the gate to seal the Kingdom's fate.
~it was quite easy~ the suitor thought as the rope around the neck of the guard became taught as the suitor placed a noose around his neck and threw him over the deck of the building that held the lever that would open the Kingdom's gates. As the gates lowered, the suitor went to greet the Queen; a smile was shared as the Queen glared toward the castle ahead. The army marched on and the darkness begun, as screams of murder and cries of fear echoed in the night; children woke up to such a fright, with decapitated parents being their macabre welcoming sight. The Queen and the suitor rode on to the castle with dark intent --they would own the throne and crush the bones of all that stood in their way. They entered the castle and left blood in their wake; a hundred soldiers all paid the price for the sake of dark desires that were as destructive as hell fire. They did not creep into the Princess chamber; no need. As the old door creaked open, the Princess rose from her sleep. Upon her wake she saw her love hand in hand with the enemy Queen and it all sunk in; they were there to do her in. The knife in her suitor's hand would slice and dice her throat so nice. She didn't bother to scream. She sobbed bitter tears as they closed the door behind them. She felt soft fingers upon her chin. The Princess looked up to see the beautiful face of her suitor one last time as her blood began to flow and thus this is the end of her rhyme.

Two lovers --a Queen and her suitor-- sit on the throne of a burning kingdom. The Princess is a cold corpse that lies in dried blood and sheets of silk. There are no songs of bards, only the vultures sing. The Sun no longer shines brightly and the eternal winter wind is cold and stings. A new river runs through the Kingdom and wood, a river deep and red --and river of blood. This is how our fairytale ends with no magic that can mend.