Once upon a time there was a princess named Zarya, loved by many in the town of Hatheun. At a height of 5'4 she was considered short but never petite. On December fourth, she was to be married to the prince of Farcia, who she had fallen in love with long ago. His name was Railand, but she took to calling him Rai since childhood.
Rai was now 18, standing at 6 feet tall. Blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an innocence of a newborn. However his freckles were what intrigued Zarya the most. His friendship towards Zarya was enough for her, but their marriage excited her even more.
On December 3rd, Zarya's husband-to-be visited her. Rai confronted Zarya with a face she had never seen before. He looked into her eyes and spoke words that slowly tore Zarya's heart, spilling the tender insides that made her who she was. In a tone of timidity and urgency, he choked,"I can't go through with this." Tears brimmed Zarya's eyes.
"We don't match, Zarya. You're just a bit too..."
Zarya knew these words all too well. Fat, Pudgy, Overweight, they were all too familiar. She bagan to feel the tears in her eyes fall and she quickly left Rai. When the town got word of this, her parents forced Zarya to starve herself. Her parents were adamant that they get married since the wealth of Farcia would transfer to Hatheun if the two were to marry. The king and Queen justified the daughter's starvation with the promise of having the two live "happily ever after" once the princess lost weight.
However on January 4th, exactly one month after Zarya's former wedding date, Zarya passed away due to starvation. You see, Zarya's normal, healthy weight was 180 lbs, and she was just that. With no food, Zarya was found, face sullen, body stretched over her bed, with a note that read: Why dost thou think me too big? I'll love you in death if thats what thou needs. Perhaps I'll be smaller then.
When the town was informed of Zarya's death, the town was quick to blame the heartless Rai for her suffering. After all, the reporters were none other than the king and Queen of Hatheun, who ordered for her to be starved.
The town held riots and petitions, all to bring justice for The mourning king and Queen.
January 20th, the prince was to be executed for the indirect murder of the beloved princess. The town fell quiet as the prince of Farcia stood emotionless on the stand. His thoughts were jumbled and overcrowded. He couldn't help but think of Zarya's beautiful face. The way she looked at him. The way she cared. He glanced up at the silver gleaming blade that would befall onto him in seconds and thought, "I love you Zarya, no matter the size," as the blade came crashing down. The crowd drew silent as the prince's head rolled and the fresh blood glazed the enormous blade. One by one the villagers left, leaving behind their prayers for Zarya. The king and Queen felt no guilt or shame, and were awarded with the wealth of Farcia for their troubles. And every year the people of Hatheun grow sorrow, knowing that Zarya's death was not caused by a knife, but by her being 180 pounds.
