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This is a Fairytale story that I though was pretty nice so here ya go.it came from a story I was reading so I dont know how made it
Enjoy
There was a little girl who dreamt of fairy tales. She dreamt of a Happily Ever After.
She was a sweet little maid in a large castle, where there lived a King, his Queen, and their daughter. The Princess was the opposite of the maid--she looked down on her maids with a sneer, reminding them they had no place in society, and would never be near as beautiful or blessed as she. The maid paid little mind to the Princess. She knew her place, and it kept her happy just to have a shelter.
She had close friends among the other maids, but none noticed, that behind that sweet smile, would become a tainted, broken doll. The King had saved her from her poverty life, and it had filled her mind with naive dreams of fairy tales. When she slept at night, curled happily in her servant bed, she dreamt she was a princess. She dreamt she would encounter a knight in shining armour.
One day, she did. A Prince came to meet the Princess. He was her betrothed. The little maid girl ran away, to keep from leading herself astray. By the time she was found...it was too late. She lie torn in a ditch--maid's dress ruined, once perfect porcelian skin bruised and red, and honey curls astray.
The Princess paid her little mind--until she noticed her Prince taking care of the little maid girl. The Princess grew jealous, and took this as challenge. She competed for the Prince's attention, until she eventually drove herself mad. The Princess tied the little maid girl to a chair and hid her in a closet; taking her place under the blankets of the bed. That night, when the Prince came in to check on her and whispered soft reassurance, to whom he thought was his new maid friend, the little maid girl fell heartbroken that he hadn't been able to see past the Princess's mask.
The next day, the little maid girl questioned the Princess, but it got her no answers. Soon her broken heart turned into misery and misguidance. Her misguidance became the motive for revenge. One night she planned to kill the Princess, and then herself...she had it all planned out. She snuck into the room quietly, the only light a dying candle and crept towards the bed. The Princess called, asking if it was her Prince that graced her so late at night. Grief took over, and the once innocent maid girl began to suffocate the Princess. Just before she succeeded, she was thrown aside by a dark stranger. Fear set in, and she lashed out with a knife she'd found on the way in. When the rising sun flooded the window, the Prince lie in a pool of his own blood--the Princess beside him, the steel driven in her own heart, leaving the little maid girl shocked silent.
The little maid girl never spoke again, in fear of upsetting anyone. She withdrew from her friends and the King and Queen, least they put heavier blame on her. Her eyes remained on the ground for the rest of her life, until she eventually mislead herself to her demise...
There was a little girl who dreamt of fairy tales...she dreamt on and on, until eventually, her tale became a Grimm.
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 aimie-san · Mon Jul 23, 2007 @ 03:20pm · 0 Comments |
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