The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

A Ceremony

The petite princess continued her madness in the dungeons. She cursed everything - the red lady who would not hear her, the guard who now learned to ignore her and that vile general who fed her in an immoral and obscene manner. She had struggled against him for days, there were times she was victorious but most days, she was forced to swallow a lump of the disgusting morsel. And that was the worst, her exquisite tongue which had only tasted the best delicacies now began to feel numb and she hungered once again for the  luxuries afforded to the life of a princess. She soon began to wail and lament her suffering. The maids and servants who used to serve her heard her cries and hoped that their former employer would now regret her resentful ways. But the princess does not regret for in her mind she saw nothing worth regretting. Her present circumstance was no more than the cruel machinations of that abstract notion called life. Whatever gods there may be in the heavens, they were surely out to mock her not for any wrong deeds but because they were wily and unjust. She had every right to the luxuries of life for she was born an adored and cherished princess.

So when at least she was released, she haughtily expressed the affirmation of being unjustly made to suffer a dungeon. She scoffed at the maids and servants who lamented her release. They voiced their unwelcome opinions upon the red lady and she made sure to torment one or two whenever the opportunity arose. So busy was she with indulging on the luxuries she was deprived of, tormenting any former employees and trying to meet with the red lady in the hopes of vengeance that it took a few days for her to hear about an incoming ceremony. No one cared to explain for whose it was so when, a few more days later, she learned of her and the vile general's involvement, it was too late to make known her outright refusal to marry the man. 

But the day arrived and she lamented at being unable to refuse the most luxurious gown she was commanded to wear or partake in the most beautiful ceremony she was forced to join. The kiss between them was nothing more but an act as she eyed the roasted meat of which she had been deprived of even after release. A luxurious gown, a beautiful ceremony and roasted meat was enough to make the mad princess marry the general who in her black heart she vowed to loathe.