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Fairest One of All? Beauty's eyes are often vain, as they see beauty in oneself and beauty fitting for oneself. It is just the way things are most of the time, and there's not much room in the world for those who are not of fair complexion, so the story goes... A young maiden grew up in a village, as typical of any village as you'd expect. She was shadowed by her surroundings and kept in the very same shadows by her caretakers for being well... aesthetically-challenged. She was abandoned, shunned, and also pitied because of the way she looked. Her lips were a bit large, her eyes deep and rounded with years of despair, her hair was matted no the amount of care given to it. In this society, she was worthless, unmarriageable, and doomed to be an old spinster. Despite being taunted day-by-day by just about everyone, she continued to escape this reality by dreaming away the days in hope, fighting the growing hatred for herself and her appearance. There was one far-fetched dream that always lingered above others. As every fair (yes fair, not fairy) tale has a prince, as does this one! He strides through town atop his white stallion and eyes always casted ahead with a soft smile. He'd wave to the crowd before proceeding home, always surrounded by numerous guards. You guessed it, she was enamored alongside every other girl age in the village. But she knew dreams were dreams. Everyday she did chores in the shadows, staying out of sight and fetching water from a river far away well into the woods. The further the better, lest she be forced to wear a mask. To her surprise she saw the prince sitting by the river, staring out and breathing in the nature around him. ... She could not be seen! Oh, having been taunted by all the villagers, how could she even bear to face the same from him of all people? Immediately the young despaired girl turned to flee from the woods before the young prince could notice. Alas! It was too late, with a snap of the twig beneath her feet the prince's head sharply turned in her direction. "Who's there?!" He shouted, grasping for the sword by his side... although completely missing it for a stick. He took a stance and stared dead ahead at her. She was too stunned to move another step or so much as squeak, no doubt he would turn in disgust and she would be punished for her rudeness towards him. Strangely enough the prince sat right back down and completely dismissed her as if she were not there at all. She slowly spoke in case he were only ignoring her for her impudence. "Your Highness...?" She squeaked while digging her heels to stop herself from running. "Huh? Who are you?" He turned to her, not so much as batting an eye after seeing her. "I am... no one worthy of your time..." The girl hung her head in shame. The prince merely raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why is that?" He asked. She blunk again, baffled. He did not notice??? "I am... unfair, Your Highness. Please do not gaze upon me." The unfair maiden bit her lips with a heavy frown. "Oh. I don't notice at all, you have a very nice voice though." The prince tilted his head with a sincere smile. "Please do not tell anyone I'm here, I just like to get outside be alone for once." So casual! It was unbelievable. "Your Highness... I-If I may... why does my revolting appearance not offend you?" "If you promise to keep it a secret, I'll tell you." She nodded, but he continued to wait for an answer. It was then that it hit her what this "secret" of his was... So, there was still hope... Rosenqueen | |