"Well, you see," the scullery maid began, "it's a very complicated story that involves being locked in towers and the time my father wouldn't let me marry who I wanted so I told him I wouldn't marry anyone and then Princess Rue asked me to—"
"You don't have to go into all that," Fakir interrupted, "just tell me what this has to do with the prince."
Her face suddenly went as red as her hair, and she fiddled her fingers a moment before finally mumbling, "Well, I'm not so sure that it has anything to do with him, anymore."
(A/N: the fairytale I used for this prompt was "Maid Maleen")
