AN: Hello, 'Killing Me Slowly' readers. I'm here today to share something with you: a song that I wrote about our favorite prince (to hate). I'm a big writer of songs and poetry – it's my favorite thing to do, really. I wrote this song this summer, long before I started drafting this story. But I did pull inspiration from Tangled, which is obvious, in how I describe the 'other man' in which the princess runs away with. This 'Charles' character that I created for the song, inevitably blossomed into the Charles you see here in this story. I get easily caught up in my dreamscapes and imagination, and this song was born from that. It's not my best work, by any means, but I like that this story ultimately came from it.
Does anyone care? I'm not really sure. Most likely, no. But I've always been someone who enjoys behind the scenes content from my favorite authors and artists, so here you go. This song is really meant to explain the backstory of Charles a little, and to showcase how this character, and this story as a whole, came to be. In an alternate universe, Eugene and Rapunzel would've run away together before the marriage, as suggested in the song. Maybe that's a story I'll write someday. Maybe not. Regardless, I hope you enjoy. Chapter 14 should be up in the next few days, and I hope to see you then!
Charles
She left the palace at eighteen
There was nothing left for her there, or so it seemed
The most talked about scandal of its time
When she ran through the courtyard
Past all the armed guards
And left the doors open wide
Prince Charles docked at the harbor at two o'clock
He rode in on a ship called The Victoria
Two weeks he had traveled for his bride-to-be
Only to arrive and to his surprise
Find out that she had gone missing
Pre-chorus
She took up her quill before he arrived
So there'd be a letter there for him to find
/chorus/
Dear Charles,
I probably won't word this right
I was never meant for high society life
Please don't try to find me, this is what I have to do
Dear Charles,
I just can't marry you
Charles demanded that they scour the palace grounds
Maybe she'd gone off alone,
Taken a stroll through the town
He had never been left by a woman before
They always called out his name and begged him to stay
As he shattered their hearts to the floor
There were whispers in the court all summer
They said that she fell in love with another
He didn't have maids or really any money
He didn't have anything to prove to anybody
And when Charles caught wind of the news
He stalked to the kitchen for a bottle of booze
Pre-chorus
He reached for the top shelf
In hopes that his ego could be nursed back to health
/chorus/
Bridge
They called him a lowlife, the damaged and broke kind
How could she run off with somebody like him?
And Poor Charles, stared out the window
Hoping she'd come back
As he filled that glass to the brim
He should have seen it coming
She was always running
Off somewhere in her head
So, Charles spent all of his time
Rereading the signs
And the letter she wrote to him
/chorus 2/
Dear Charles,
I liked you, you were alright
You just couldn't be the fated love of my life
Please don't try to find me, this is what I want to do
Dear Charles,
I just can't marry you
And she thinks to herself,
'What would he do, if he found us out?'
Let's run away, there's no turning back now
I pray that he can't find our footstep sound