HOW TO SAVE A PRINCESS PART SEVEN

Part seven

When one is burdened by carrying around a heavy secret in their heart, it eats them up from inside, it chews at their soul every single day and drives one to complete insanity. Imagine Princess Desmorelda kept her secret for seventeen years, and still managed to keep her head above water. But now the idea of keeping her secret from someone who lives within her castle walls began to eat at here. As she sat in that dark corner her mind drifted back to the night that changed her life, forever.

The old witch took out a little potion from inside her cloak, she murmured a spell which was inaudible to the Princesses parents, but Desmorelda heard it,

 “Teach these ungrateful parents a lesson, combine what both girls possess to one, remove the barrier that holds them back, until they learn what it is to love...”

The witch gave passed the goblet around telling each member of the family to take a sip, when it reached Desmorelda she glanced up at her parents anxiously,

“Go ahead dear,” urged the Queen, “Go ahead, you want what’s best for your sister don’t you?”

Timidly, Desmorelda took the last sip and her hands trembled, the goblet fell to the floor and shattered at her tiny feet.

In that instance the two girls were lifted off the floor, a cloud of grey dust whirled around them as they cried and screamed in horror.

“What’s happening?” creied the King in shock, “We asked for just the ugly one!! What are you doing??”

“Every spell has its price,” hissed the witch as she watched the girls mutually combine, Serpentinas body joined into Desmoreldas, and the little child’s eyes flashed a bright yellow as Serpentina struggled to settle in her new home.

The King and Queen stared in awe and the Queen said smugly, “Well, at least the child looks better now, that was a small price to pay.”

“O my Queen, that is not the price you pay,” the old woman gurgled.

“What do you mean?” asked the Queen in dismay. Thinking what more a price did she need to pay then having her two kids combined into one.

“Well, it is not exactly a sacrifice to have your children combined, you still have both of them, no this is not enough...” the old woman went on, “A sacrifice is when it hurts, when you give away completely something you love for something or someone you love even more, that is the ultimate sacrifice.”

The witches’ voice elevated on this last sentence and resounded around the halls, and as the words sacrifice echoed in the King and Queens ears, the dust settled around them and they started to shrink to the ground, the two Princesses still hear their cries every night in their dreams. When the dust arose, a small crystal ball was left behind, and the King and Queen where frozen inside this ball. Princess Desmorelda cried and ran towards her parents, tears streaming down her little face.

“Do not be sad little one,” said the witch as she laid an old frail hand on the little Princesses shoulder, “This spell will be lifted when you first find true love, not the fairytale kind of love my dear, but true love, and no man can lay a hand on you until you find and realise what true love is.”

The little girl remembers these words till today, even though she still had no idea what the witch meant at the time. What did she mean by true love?

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How to save a Princess PART SIX

Part Six

In the darkest part of the castle, the quietest corner, where spider webs clung to the walls and dust covered the dingy floors, Princess Desmorelda sat, her long hair cascaded over her pale face as she sat in deep thought. She had held on to this secret for so long, there was no way she was going to let some knight take it away from her. She was no ordinary Princess and it was so much more intense then the common man could ever understand, Princess Desmoralda had to learn to tame her sister in order for the two of them to live in harmony together. It was a constant battle, every single day Princess Desmoralda had to calm and sooth the voices echoing in her head,

“I need to get out of here, we need to see the sun, I need to be free from you,” Serpentina would cry every day.

“Hush sister,” Princess Desmorelda will say, “All in due time, have patience.”

“Patience,” Serpentina would hiss, “I am in here for eighteen years. Don’t tell me to be patient.”

This is why the Princess had to tell her sister directly to stay low for a while, she could not risk Sir Denovan catching her having a conversation with herself or swallowing an evil impulse brought on by Serpentina.

How Serpentina and Princess Desmorelda became one date back to when the little Princesses were two years old. 

The twins parents were always horrified and afraid that Serpentina was so vile looking, how could a princess be so hideous, the Queen would stay awake at night crying for her daughters misfortune, no one called Serpentina Princess because they just could not associate the term would her. The little girl would stay in the shadows and hide in her room, because she could see the horror in her parents eyes every single time they saw her. The only one who ever showed any kindness was Princess Desmorelda, she would put a crown on Serpentina’s head and lovingly tell her she was a beautiful little Princess.

One day the King and Queen summoned an old witch to the castle, the lady was old and brittle, her teeth was stained and crooked, her hair was thin, silvery grey and patchy and she wore a long grey tattered cloak.

“How may I be of assistance to your highnesses,” croaked the old lady.

“We have heard of your talents,” replied the King, “We want you to make our daughter beautiful.”

The witch turned around and starred at Serpentina, her beady moving slowly up and down.

“What makes you think that she is not beautiful,” asked the old lady.

“Have you not seen here?!” Exclaimed the Queen, “The poor child…”

“I see a pure heart,” said the witch, “I see a beauty that obviously you do not.”

“Do not tell us what to see when we look at our daughter!! She is a Princess!! And this is NOT how a Princess should look!” cried the King.

“Very well your highness, but you know that my talents have repercussions…” said witch.

“Do as you must,” Dismissed the Queen with a wave of her hand completely oblivious to how this would change the destiny of her entire family…. 

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PART FIVE

Standing before a full length, hand-crafted mirror, Princess Desmorelda started defiantly as a creature no one else had yet to witness, reflected back at her. 

“Well, its been a while, Priiinceeesss,” Hissed the creature, her snake like tongue slipping out between her lips as she spoke.

“We have a problem.” Said the Princess simply as she starred into the creatures small, yellow eyes that looked like tiny flames in her green, molten skin.

“I was wondering when you would realise this,” said the creature, “That boy…”

“He is barely a boy Serpentina,” declared the Princess.

“Oh! You like him don’t you,” Serpentina laughed, a full scale belly laugh, “Why that is so precious, and how on earth do you think that is going to work Princess? Do you think he would learn to love me too.”

“Don’t be absurd,” said the Princess bitterly, “I am well aware not to foolishly let any into my heart while you reside within me. I need to get rid of him, I need to get rid of all the mirrors in this Kingdom before I figure how to let him go and you… you need to keep a low profile.”

“Why would I do that Priiinceeessss? After years, I finally get to have a bit of fun!!” Serpentina hissed.

“Because if you don’t, I will not take you to see mother and fathers grave.” Replied the Princess briskly.

“And why would I want to see them?” Serpentina  asked this time looking down at the ground, a hint of sadness passed her eyes.

“You know why,” declared the Princess as she reached to put the mirror away and as she did this her beautiful hazel eyes flashed a bright yellow and a shiver ran pass her.

Everyone is always talking about monsters and dragons and all the scary creatures that live in this world, the creatures great Knights go out and destroy to save fair maidens. Princess Desmorelda had a monster living inside of her, a monster that no great Knight could save her from, a monster that she had to learn to control. But this was no ordinary monster, no, this monster had a heart, she had a personality, she had a dark past, this was a monster that Princess Desmorelda cared deeply about, this was the only form of love that Desmorelda had in her life and the only love she wanted. Because she knew, the curse that was placed on her years ago, would prevent her from having any sort of a relationship with anyone else. And the Princess did not need anyone else, she did not care to explain to anyone about Serpentina, about how she and Serpentina had become one, about how she had a curse that kept her from true love and about the fact that she loved Serpentina dearly. 

Why would anyone love and care for the monster that lives inside of them? It was a simple explanation, the monster inside of Princess Desmorelda, Serpentina, was none other than the Princesses twin sister…. 

HOW TO SAVE A PRINCESS PART FOUR

Princess Desmorelda watched Sir Donavan as he began to explain a series of unfortunate events which led to him landing up at her castle.

“I am sure you are familiar with the infamous Prince Charmin?” Prince Donavan began, the Princesses eyes became dark and she nodded.

“Well, it all started when I helped him overcome the beautiful Snew Whites, Step mother, so that he could marry the Princess and that is when I was knighted Sir Donavan.”

“Yes, I remember that, the poor girl was only seventeen at that time...” Princess Desmorelda commented.

“Yes, what a devastating life she lived, first her evil step mother and then Prince Charmin divorcing her to marry Cindera...”

“How is dear Snew White doing?” asked Princess Desmorelda with concern.

“She fairs well, she is living with her little friends in the Forrest, locked away from the world’s eyes, much like you are.”

“Well, good for her, what does this have to do with you landing up outside my castle?” the Princess asked.

“I’m getting there dear Princess,” Sir Donovan replied gently, “Well, after the Prince married Cindera, he discovered there was an even younger, more beautiful Princess, and so he summoned me.”

Sir Donovan paused and looked away, his fists clenched at his sides as he seethed in anger.

“Well, I think you are referring to myself?” guessed the Princess.

“Yes, yes I am,” replied Sir Donovan in a husky voice, “The Prince summoned me and asked me to assess the situation with the fair Princess locked away in the glass castle, I humbly refused to do any such thing as he has a beautiful wife and did not want to ruin yet another Princesses life. As you may guess, the Prince was not entirely happy with being told no, so he threatened to have me beheaded. I was imprisoned that night. That is the last I remember, fair maiden. The next thing I know I was dumped outside this castle with a bloody leg and nowhere to hide. I can only assume that the moment I leave this castle, Prince Charmin’s men will capture me, demand information and have me beheaded.”

The Princess starred at Sir Donovan in awe, she was not certain if he was being entirely honest with her, but she had no choice but to trust him. The manner in which he revealed his story showed her that there was truth behind his words. Now, left the Princess in an awkward situation, for she could not risk Sir Donovan finding out her secret, but neither could she allow him to go out of her castle and face his impending death. The Princess got up and gracefully excused herself from the dinner table, without saying a word about what Sir Donovan had just revealed.

Princess Desmorelda walked up to her bedroom and closed the door shut behind her, she reached deep into her cupboard and pulled out a huge mirror that was covered in an old musky cloth. Lying this against the wall, the Princess, after many, many years, pulled the cloth off the mirror. She stood away and looked at the long, graceful mirror with its hand sculptured golden frame. With a deep sigh and a heavy heart the Princess stepped in front of the mirror and gasped as a version of herself, that no one else had ever seen reflected back at her....

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HOW TO SAVE A PRINCESS PART THREE

Princess Desmorelda stood by her long bedroom window and gazed outside, she was thinking about Sir Donovan. There was a reason that she insisted on locking herself away in her castle, she was aware that the entire town knew about her illness, but there was something more that she kept hidden. Right now she was worried that the longer Sir Donovan remained in her castle, the risk of him discovering her secret increased. And so the Princess pondered the best way to ask him to leave without arousing his suspicion.

Sir Donovan was in the great castle kitchen, cooking up a storm for the beautiful Princess. He was a master in the kitchen as he grew up in a large family and often helped his mum out in the kitchen. He made     up a feast of Roast, homemade bread and a variety of vegetables. All the while Sir Donovan was thinking about Princess Desmorelda, there was something about the Princess that showed she was carrying a heavy burden. Yes, he could forget about her and be on his way, he could continue as if he hadn't met her, but the Princess had saved him in ways she would never know. It was not safe yet for Sir Donovan to leave the castle.

That night the Princess and sir Donovan dined in her elaborate dining room. Sir Donovan insisted on serving the Princess on his own, once he served the Princess, he sat down beside her and smiled.

“This looks lovely,” the Princess said softly, “You really didn't need to do this.”

“I know,” replied Sir Donovan, “But I really wanted to thank you.”

“Well, you are most welcome.” Said the Princess with a small smile as she begun eating in silence.

Sir Donavan gazed at her in curiosity, she glanced up and caught him staring, looking irritated the Princess said, “Do you have to stare at me while I eat?”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a mischievous smile, “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable Princess, but you must know what curiosity you arouse from us mere town folk as we never see you.”

“I am well aware of that, but as you said you are a mere town folk and perhaps you are forgetting your place,” the Princess said     curtly cutting him off.

“I beg your pardon, I did not mean to insult you Princess.”

The Princess softened and relaxed a little, “No harm done,” she replied once again in a soft tone. Before Sir Donovan could probe into her business again the Princess asked him,

“So what were you doing bleeding outside my castle?”

Sir Donovan looked down at his plate and remained silent for a little while.

“Let’s just say a series of unfortunate events,” he replied in husky tone, his eyes glazed over in anger.

“Now that is an ambiguous answer,” the Princess said looking curiously at Sir Donovan, “I believe I have a right to know your story seeing you are over staying your welcome in my castle.”

Sir Donovan looked up at the Princess startled at her bluntness, “You are quite right Princess,” he said and took a deep breath before beginning to reveal how he ended up at the Princesses doorstep.


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HOW TO SAVE A PRINCESS PART TWO

Princess Desmorelda was sitting in her library, curled up next to a blazing fire, engrossed in one of her many enchanting stories. All her kittens curled up next to her like little balls of fur around her feet. She was so lost in the world created inside of her book that for a moment she forgot about her life, she had forgotten where she was, she forgotten that she was an ill Princess and she had forgotten that she had a house guest.  This is when she heard a shuffle at the library door and a hearty,
“Well Hello there Miss.”
 As the house guest peered in from the library door.

The Princess jumped up in shock and the hem of her dress caught a light as it snagged on the fire place, the many kittens scurried and cried around her in dismay as the Princess stomped on the hem of her dress putting of the little flame. Witnessing this the man chuckled to himself at the doorway, for it was a rather comical scene. The Princess blushed and looked down at the ground in silence, unsure what to say in embarrassment.

“Sorry to startle you,” said the man, “I just came by to thank you kindly for your hospitality, my wound has been healed and I am fit to be on my way.”

The princess smiled politely and nodded. The man was curious as to whether the Princess was mute as she had not said a single word since his arrival, but then he remembered hearing her laughter when he had fell at her doorstep.

“My name is Sir Donavan,” said the man, “I thought at least you should know the name of the name of the man you had hosted before I take my leave ma’am.”
“How kind of you.” Murmured the Princess timidly.
“No, it was kind of you ma’am to assist me. You are Princess Desmorelda aren’t you?” Sir Donavan asked boldy.

“Yes, yes I am” replied the Princess. She was now beginning to wonder if this man was planning to leave her castle and how to politely take her leave, she shuffled uncomfortably and starred at the floor. The Princess was not use to having a conversation, yet alone with a stranger.

Sir Donavan grew curious of this rather timid Princess, he wondered why she was so quiet and withdrawn, why she lived all alone in this big castle and why she seemed so desperate for him to leave so she could be alone again.  He had heard many, many rumors about the Princess, rumors of her illness, he wondered if it were true, or if there was in fact more to the reason the Princess had isolated herself from the world. Sir

Donavan knew that there was much more to this little Princess than the beautiful exterior he saw. He
wondered if he would ever be able to draw her out.
“Perhaps I could cook dinner for you Ma’am, in order to thank you for your kindness?” He asked hopefully.
“That is not necessary.” Replied the Princess.
“I know it is not necessary ma’am, but I would very much like to, I’m afraid I must insist.”

The Princess squirmed uncomfortably, wondering why this man was so persistent, she looked up at him and saw him properly for the first time. He was quite tall and broad in built, he had sandy brown hair and soft, sparkling green eyes, but aside from how he looked the princess saw in his demeanor a nobility, a humbleness. He stood before her and looked so hopeful that the Princess gave in eventually.
“If you insist,” she replied meekly and sat down again with her book, turning her back and her heart away from the curious man standing at her door, refusing to leave her home.

Donovan smiled in triumph, hoping he could get to know this strange Princess a little more, before he ran out of ways to keep himself in her castle. Maybe it was more than just the Princess that kept Sir Donovan from wanting to leave the safety of the Princesses castle.

HOW TO SAVE A PRINCESS

PART ONE

This fairy tale begins not in a land far, far away. No, it begins in a land way above, in the land just above the thick, fluffy, snow white clouds. In this land was a spectacular palace, built with bricks of glass, the palace was so enormous, not just in width but in height as well. When the sun hit directly on this palace it glowed and sparkled in a multitude of lights, all the colours of the rainbow would sparkle and bounce of this magnificent palace. And at night, the pale glow of the moon illuminated the castle, and it looked so majestic in all its glory as the glass would have a thin glow sparkling of it, that anyone even miles away could see this palace at night, without it needing one single light, just the glory of the moon.

Now you may ask, who would live in such a majestic castle, way above up in the clouds, basking in all its glory. Well, off course it is only a Princess that could dwell in such beauty. For the mistress of this castle was none other than the fair maiden, Princess Desmorelda. And she was just as beautiful as her castle, if not more so. Princess Desmorelda was of an average height, she had long, thick brown hair that reached till her waist, her eyes were big and hazel in colour, and she had fair skin and soft pink lips. But despite possessing such beauty and living in the most magnificent palace, the Princess had a rare illness. And it was simply because of this illness that no Prince had come to win her heart. It was an illness that affected the Princesses heart, her heart was so fragile, that if anyone should hurt her, it would crack, and one crack with turn into a shutter, and then this shutter would turn into an eruption, and the princess would literally break her heart. And so to save herself and anyone else the trouble of loving someone so fragile, Princess Desmorelda had locked herself away from the world and resided in her loneliness in a big, beautiful castle.

From a tender age of twelve Princess Desmorelda chose to lock herself away in her castle, it was shortly after her parents died in a tragic boating accident. This was the first crack in Desmoreldas’ heart, so she decided to ward of the world and live in solitude. The princess was now almost twenty, she was use to being on her own, everyday she would make up new ways to entertain herself, she had a house full of little kittens who trailed along her everywhere she went. She kept very little servants so that she could keep herself busy in maintaining her beautiful palace, the Princess had very little interest in the outside world, but that was about to change.

One fine bright sunny day, the Princess was playing with her kittens and laughing in merriment as they mischievously fought each other, when she heard someone outside the palace. There was no knock on the great, big palace door, what she heard was a thud, as if someone had fell to floor, the vase next to the princess shuddered a little. Desmoreldas’ eyes grew wide with fear. She rushed to the palace doors as her trail of kittens scurried behind her. She arched the door open and peered outside, and stared in shock. There, on her front step, lay a man, a huge man, clasping his knee where blood oozed out and he murmured in pain. Desmorelda stood and starred at the man in silence, she was very afraid, as he was so big and strong and Desmorelda was all alone in her huge castle, she had no idea what to do. The man looked up and saw Desmorelda staring down at him,

“Please ma’am, I just need a place to recover my wound and I promise I will be on my way.” He said to her respectfully, wincing in pain as he spoke.

It was at this moment that Desmorelda looked into this man’s eyes directly, and despite him being so huge and overwhelming, she saw a kindness in his eyes, a softness that softened Desmoreldas’ heart towards him. And so, without saying a single word to him, Desmorelda walked back into the castle, and summoned the garden boy to assist the young man and set him up in one of the downstairs bedrooms. She instructed one of her servants to make sure he is well taken care of until he is fit to leave. She did not introduce herself to the man, she did not ask him how he was injured and she surely did not see to him herself. And so the Princess went about her days as she did before, soon forgetting about her house guest until a few days later...

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