…thus with a kiss, I die.
Good. Best line of the whole stupid story.
Who would have let the guy live anyways? I mean, I know that in this century we don't put people do death like we used to, but if we did that guy should've gotten it good. I guess he still got what he deserved. What kind of moron? He killed his own girl.
Sometimes you could tell that Walt had told the guys what to say and they didn't always get it exactly right (especially Al), but they never killed one of us. Granted, Prince Phillip was a little slow on the whole "rescue" thing but he did get there and I guess you could blame it on the horse.
That's beside the point. The point to the reference is that Juliet got the easy life. Well, I suppose she didn't have any life at all, but my life was virtually non-existent. How was I to go on with Cindy taking my man and all? I might have chosen death if given the option at the time, although, now I see how idiotic it would be to give up your life for an arrogant prince.
We all gave up our lives to some extent to have what we wanted. Ariel gave up her legs and Jas gave up, well, she didn't give up a lot since she was the princess in the first place but there was probably something. Sacrifices had to be made, Walt always told me that. That's probably how he convinced all of us to find ourselves in this epically-twisted story.
Back to Cindy though. There wasn't much I could do about her being with him. By the time I arrived home he'd been looking for her over a week. Nothing was going to change his mind, though I didn't leave that castle without a fight.
Don't get me wrong, I've loved Cind for years now but the things she said to me were just atrocious. She actually insinuated that it was my fault because I wasn't giving him enough attention. Now, almost instantly after I moved in, I began the Royal Wildlife Fund and ran the entire thing. Of course, I made plenty of trips into the city to speak with others and into the forest to speak with the animals to make plans and changes. It did take much of my time, but much of his time was also devoted to his own work.
To add insult to injury, she brought with her the strangest little mice and birds. Of all of the people that could criticize my work and how much time it took from my home, it would be the hypocritical blond with 12 tagalong animals that had clearly been very well off back where she was from.
Now, Cindy had grown up with a stepmother created from 1/2 evil and 1/2 wickedness. Though, the woman always wanted Cindy to grow up and marry a man of money so she could leach off her. So, the story about being kept away was just a sad and pathetic ruse. Besides, her stepsisters were both very polite to me when I came about. I find it incredibly hard to believe that they were so evil to her. I knew almost every aspect of her life.
Apparently, I was missing one important personality trait she possessed: curiosity.