Once upon a time,
(when stories happen)
A Princess had fallen under a curse.
It wasn’t her fault she was under a curse,
Or her parent’s fault.
Sometimes curses happen
And it’s up to the heroes to deal with them.
The curse prevented the Princess from ever
Finding her True Love.
Which was awkward,
Because usually True Love is what breaks curses.
However, despite the curse of Loveless Life,
The Princess was happy.
She had lessons in ruling
And her horses for riding across her lands
The Princess had many friends among Princesses
From other lands.
(Everyone likes the girl
Who can’t ever steal their Happily Ever After prince)
The Princess also had many good friends among
The palace staff,
Because friends are always
Good things to have, no matter where you find them.
She was friends with the young, lean stable hands who
And the Huntsman
Who kept big slobbery dogs she liked to cuddle with.
She was also friends with the laughing kitchen staff
Although the cat
Kept chasing after her
Because she gave the best ear scritches ever.
And she had her little brother, born after her curse
Who was not cursed,
And found his true love
When they were both very young and only holding hands.
Her brother did not want to rule the land.
He wanted to get married,
Raise champion roses,
And have some heirs, because his sister did not.
In time, the Princess grew up strong and tall.
And friendships became alliances
And the maids became cooks
And Cat liked her scratching behind his ears.
The Princess became Queen, as is usual,
She was better at that
Than her brother.
The kingdom thrived under the Cursed Queen’s rule.
All did not stay well, and she was cursed again,
Into enchanted sleep.
Her brother arranged
A wake to grieve the living, as their people did.
The stable hands picked out the best horses to carry
Her dove grey bed
The Hounds and Cat
Were curled by her; the other staff all shared stories.
The guests arrived; the Queens, and Duchesses
Czarinas and Chieftains.
Who recalled with fondness
How loving someone cursed to be without love could be.
Her brother's youngest son, her secret favorite,
Went to give
A final parting gift
A single rose-stem bred with love for her.
A bit tipped; he was gifted with plants,
But clumsy with hands.
New inner petals
Of palest green, like her eyes when she smiled.
The outer petals were a cream that would provoke
Debate about hue
Yellow for friendship
Or white for the care she took with others.
The dark green stem had leaves as dark as outer
Petals were light
With veins of grey
Fanning, a bundle of arrows out from the thorns.
The Cursed Queen’s nephew leaned in and carefully placed
A sticky kiss
On her sleeping cheek,
Saying loudly, “Night Night Aunty, love you!”
Then, like a tide goes back out to the sea
To leap and roll
The Cursed Queen
Opened her eyes, and sat up, looking around.
“Well, this looks like a party,” said she. “Can someone
Get me a mint,
I have mourning breath.”
And everyone laughed; at their dear Queen's awful pun.
The Kingdom lived happily ever after. Their Queen
Never needed a King
Because the Love of family
And friends can be as True as any fairy tale.