the princess in the tower

[ry0un0suke]

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Once upon a time, in a Kingdom along far, far away, there was a princess, fair and loved. The castle buzzes with planning for her wedding. From a distance, recluse from the Kingdom's limits in the depths of a forest, there's a cave with its mouth boarded up with a door. On its mossy top smoke billowed upwards. Eyes from within watch the happenings of the Kingdom. They watch the princess prepare her wedding gown, brush her hair, try on her jewelry. The gaze bears no admiration, the lens tint green. She colors a twisting emerald, shimmering from her castle and casting a telling light onto the cave.

 

"Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Who's the fairest of them all?"

 

Within the cave, magic glimmers. The figure looks at their reflection in the mirror, twisted features looking back at them.

 

"The princess you watch.

The one you stalk.

Eyes like jewels that twinkle for another.

To you, words will never utter."

 

Displeased with the mirror's answer, the bitter cave dweller sets their sets on the castle once more, the highest tower where the princess' chambers lie. Dark magics conjure at their tips, mutters at their lips. She will always be fair, she will always be true. Nothing will change, this the warlock ensures. The magic blows out, carried by the wind across the miles separating them. It enters the tower, wafting through the room and brushing over the princess in a light puff.

 

By day time, the castle erupts in hysteria. The Queen weeps, the King orders his men to find the finest doctors of the land.

 

"Father, stop it!" The warlock watches from his hut, words heard clear as day, as though he were there.  The princess urges for her father to stop his 'madness', hand upon his wrist in effort to pull him back. "That man is not my groom. He's in the sky! When the stars come, I'll introduce you to him, just please stop calling that man my beloved."

 

Fair, beautiful and true, and believing she's fallen in love with the moon.

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A short story by Indigo Lipovsky. 1857AC.

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Rise.

Bathe.

Eat.

Study.

Write.

Trash.

Write.

Trash.

Groom.

Makeup.

Leave.

Bathe.

Eat.

Sleep.

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Repeat.