The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

Resolve

As the ugly elderly entertained her with the fairytale of a red haired witch and the vile young man, the petite princess rolled her eyes as she waited for the last word. Yet it did not come for the ugly elderly was already finished. The petite princess stood up in frustration, making ready to leave the dinghy and smelly cottage but after opening the creaky door, her feet stopped. In front of her was a road that led to another land which was filled with brightness and sunlight, the promise of a kinder life. Behind her, the land was filled with dark clouds and a mist that covered truth with lies. It led to the dark forest before the castle of memories contained within it a deprived childhood, a life with no warmth and a cheating husband. Yet she was simpleminded, despite the opportunities the front road offered, only one thought remained - the desire for vengeance against the red rose queen. Her bright orbs turned dark when the ugly elderly stood beside her with the promise of a weapon that will end it all. 

In a dark and secret room, the general was filled with carnal pleasure as his flesh rammed against the nether regions of a red lady. She swallowed him whole like a leech draining the flesh of blood and life, the veins of her flower writhing against him like worms squirming in mud and dirt. The sensation caused his mind to wander off in a mist that clouded his memory and the release completely erased all thoughts of yellow that yearned to surface. He kissed her red lips and pecked at her flesh, his thoughts now muddled with the knowledge that his body remembered someone else yet he could only think of the red queen. 

A long time ago, when his hands were dyed red from the blood of his own kin, she had come to him and she had allowed him to satisfy his pubescent desires with her flesh. He had vowed then that his heart and body would belong to her believing that they had a special bond yet, years went by and he never held her in his arms again until a few months ago when she invited him into a secret room with only naked flesh before his eyes. He could not resist her demands as his heartfelt vows to belong to her shackled any refusal. She came unto him and the curse was complete. Yet not for long, for the curse had turned into a blessing - the conclusions of a mind that could neither think nor decide for its own.  

So when the handsome man suddenly emerged from the once closed door to smite the secret lover of his wife, the general swiftly moved and dyed his hand red with the blood of another king. His hatred for the handsome man was unnatural and forced yet he had plunged a sword into his heart. In the dead of the night, the general went to the dark forest to dump a heavy sack in a shallow grave. 

The red queen mourned the death of the handsome man and though the affair should have been filled with sadness for a lost life, many a man celebrated at the chance to woo the fair lady. It had only been a few weeks after the handsome man's death when wealthy men came to ask the hand of the beautiful queen. She entertained them in her castle, thanking them for their presence at a difficult moment in her life. She received their gifts with sparkling tears, remembering the handsome man in each. So many came to fight for her hand yet at  night only one held her in his arms but he would never be king, he will always be her secret pleasure.

And then the petite princess arrived with the resolve to end it all.