Fairy Tale, Part 1
Close your eyes, child, for this story is long but worthy. You see, one day, there was a little princess, the prettiest princess you ever saw, born in that white castle just down the way. Her parents were so happy to finally have a child of their own they dedicated an entire wing of the castle just to her.
They hired only the best, and sent for the Royal designer from a land far away. When they were finished, her nursery was the most beautiful rose room in the entire world, even the gold was pink. The walls were decorated in the finest art, brought from museums all across the world—Rembrandts, Picassos, even a Monet or two—scattered all across the room, large and wide, even along the winding staircase that went through the ceiling. And placed along one wall, a large carriage shaped crib layered in gold and crystals; its matching bureau and vanity keeping it company on either side.
They threw a party for the princess to announce her arrival, only days after her birth. Everyone came bearing gifts, awed at the beauty of this tiny baby, and all who came to see her left with smiles and songs in their hearts. So many traveled from far and wide that the king and queen had lost head count, and never knew to miss those who were not invited.
And so the years moved on, and the princess grew lovelier and lovelier. She possessed a beauty like none had ever seen before; so beautiful that to look on her caused physical pain and blindness. This made her parents very sad, and they set about finding someone to help them. After all, how could they find a proper suitor for their daughter if none could survive looking at her? Inventors came from all over the kingdom, offering their services to the princess, but none of them had a solution.
Suddenly, just a few months before the princess’s 16th birthday, a crier came running into the palace, yelling for the queen.
“I have heard legend of a man in India that can make your eyes see different than what stands before you. He is a healer, perhaps he is who you are searching for.” Opened jaws and widened eyes filled the room as the hushed subject was spoken of aloud. The king and queen looked at each other, hope rising on their faces.
“Summon the healer, Captain!” the king bellowed to his top in command.
This week’s prompts were to use one or both of the images shown above.
Many thanks to Carrie and Lance for their help in editing this story to fit the word count of 600. Carrie’s sharp editing eye found the unnecessary, and Lance’s love for cliffhangers advised on a good spot to end this round.
So, how did we do? Please feel free to leave me critique. I can’t wait to finish this!