*****Any correlation between my fiction tale here and real life is purely coincidental*****
Now, boys and girls, I think it’s time for a story so get yourselves comfy and cosy (by this, I mean grab a cup of tea and put your feet up). This story will make you laugh and make you gasp (I hope)… Enjoy!
The Prince & the Witch
Once upon a time, there was a noble Prince who lived in a very large city. To be able to take his throne, he needed to find a Princess to be by his side. So, the Prince let the city know he was looking for a fair maiden to be his Princess. Many maidens lined up but no one was suitable; city maidens were just not good enough for the Prince.
A young lady came to the city from the countryside, upon hearing the Prince’s tale and made herself known to him. The Prince was stunned by her fairness, but whispers within his court made him wary at first. The fair lady had a reputation for breaking hearts among the men in the city and spinning tall stories of her own, which is not the sort of Princess the Prince had hoped to attract. Rumours were abound that this young maiden was a witch, a witch who was cunning and sly and had cast a spell on our hero.
However, our Prince is a romantic, and refused to believe the whisperers and began to court the fair lady. Oh, how they danced! They became close and the sweet things she whispered to him soothed the rumours of the court and the Prince banished anyone who dared besmirch the young maiden’s name, which unfortunately included members of the Prince’s inner staff.
As you know, reader, the young maiden had left a string of broken hearts in her wake, due mainly to the looseness of her legs and the whip of words from her tongue. A trail of fire blazed behind her, burning countless lovers and the souls of those who once loved her. Was she a witch? The Prince certainly did not think so and he fell in love. He imagined this fair maiden to be his Princess and he planned a future as such. His maiden was a siren in his ear, telling him tales of that those he loved were not to be trusted, that his old friends were not who they seemed. The glasses of which were tinted with rose made the Prince believe such wickedness and he banished his friends who called him ‘fool’.
What our Prince did not know, is that behind his back, the supposedly fair maiden was still entwined with a lover, a jester of the countryside from whence she came. He was her real lover, the source of the flame burning inside her heart, but they had had a disagreement, and she knew that the only person who would bring swathes of jealousy upon him would be someone such as the Prince. She knowingly courted the Prince’s heart, purely to attract the envy in the heart of the jester, all the while spinning sweet tales to the Prince of the roughness of the jester, leading him to believe he was a troll, a bully.
Without the knowledge of the Prince, the fair maiden and the jester continued their affair and had decided to bring a child into the world. Whispers were still buzzing around the court like angry bees, telling of the witch who would break the Prince’s heart with her prostitute ways. No one dared speak out, lest the Prince cut out their tongue and so the Prince had no knowledge of her underhanded betrayals and continued to shower his young lady with gifts and as much as love as he could. He knew she was a volatile creature, one with no stable mood, however he believed this was due to her country upbringing compared to his Royal life and did his best to tame her.
Alas, it was not to be. With no warning, our Prince was cast aside. The maiden chose her jester over the Prince and went back to the countryside to be with him. She became pregnant with the child of the jester, a conception achieved betraying the Prince. The Prince was devastated, heartbroken. He had not believed the lies and wickedness. He refused to think of the fair maiden as the harlot and witch that she was. When he thought she had done, stomping on his heart and soiling his good name to the jester, there was more. He discovered she had spun webs of corrupt lies about his oldest friends, had repeatedly invented stories to invoke sadness in the Prince, purely for his attention and to keep his eyes upon her. The wickedness did not stop, where he then discovered her planned conception with the jester, and the shenanigans had continued without his knowledge the whole time of their courtship. The maiden used her ladies-in-waiting to spy for her among the court and give her information on the Prince and his closest advisers, but they were found and banished.
He reaffirmed his friendships and sewed the wounds that tore his heart the best he could. Despite trying to shut off his heart and mind to the maiden, she continued to try and appeal to his warm side and befriend him. He wouldn’t listen, and finally turned to those who knew him best. He realised that it was the time to be by himself and spend time finding a maiden who would win his heart in truth and fairness, not wickedness and lies. A maiden who would love him wholly and unreservedly, for this is what the Prince deserved all along.
As for the witch? She is still spinning her webs of deceit and trying to send more ladies-in-waiting to spy on the Prince and his court. She is still acting the prostitute for any man who knocks on her door. She will not win, however, and will continue a very sad and lonely existence in the country far away from the Royalty of the Prince and his court. Where she belongs.
Moral of the story? Manipulation and lies – they get you nothing.