Prince Frederick straightened and looked around the grungy old castle. His glossy, blonde hair was still singed from that dragon (not an experience Frederick would repeat), but it was well worth it. Because, in just a few more steps, the beautiful Princess Selina would be his, and he would be the first king to rule over two kingdoms. Yes, life was good for Prince Frederick. All he needed was a bride and life would be perfect. Because he was Prince Frederick, ruler of Bellos, and nothing would stand in his way. Absolutely Nothing.
The young Prince breathed out deeply and flashed a smile at the cold brick wall before taking on the staircase; the last remaining obstacle between he and his true love.
What Frederick didn't plan on, was the fact that abandoned castles are usually very damp places, and unbeknownst to him, a puddle had formed on the thirty-second step. And when he reached that step, he slipped. The next thing he knew, he was crashing down those slippery, formidable stairs that had done what a dragon could not.
For Prince Frederick, future ruler of the kingdom of Bellos, was dead.