Once upon a time, there was a girl, with hair like flame. She was the youngest of seven children, and always dreamed her prince would take her away. Some little girls tried to guess who their savior might be, she always knew it would be the boy-who-lived.
One day her prince does rescue her, it was a scene from story books. The enemy captured her, and just as she's slipping away, he's there. The prince fights the monster, and rescues her. From that day, she knows she'll be his princess.
Years later, the villain is defeated, and the prince asked her to be his princess; it's all her dreams come true. He promises her forever, and that they'll be happy.
The girl with hair like flame, was now the princess. She had everything she ever dreamed of, but she no longer had the flame, she was cold as ice.
Fairy tales aren't as good as the seem, and promises can be lies.