The Kiss
By: Me, who else, Alanna of Trebond.
To tell you the truth, I own a fair amount, plot, and characters, but the basis is Charles Perrault's. I mean, this is based on Sleeping Beauty, or kind of. This is what would happen to Sleeping Beauty if:
- Her name was Rosamund (I got that from The Dictionary of Imaginary Places by Alberto Manguel and Gianni Guadalupi, page 618)
- Sleeping Beauty is a fairy, equipped with wings
- Sleeping Beauty hated Prince Charming, and had brains.
Prince Charming stared at the lovely image upon the pillow. Gold hair streamed down almost to the floor, and large eyes were blissfully closed, her long dark eyelashes highlighting her cheeks. He knelt down to her full naturally red lips, and kissed them. I then woke, and I shook my shimmering lavender satin skirts.
"Oh, well, who are you?" I asked, my voice musical and full of laughter.
"Oh, I'm Prince Charming, and who are you?" Prince Charming answered.
"I'm Princess Rosamund," I answered, and suddenly a pair of white gossamer wings appeared on my back. The prince looked shocked. I stared at his chestnut hair and deep brown eyes, but they were shallow. He was the most handsome man I had ever saw, yet I seemed to hate him.
"You're looking shocked, what? Wings, they are normal for Faerieians. You are not from Faerie," I stated.
"No one has wings in Kyria, where I am Heir," the prince said pompously.
"Now will you leave me be? I thank you kindly for waking me up," I thanked.
"But you must come to Kyria, and be my Queen," Prince Charming ordered. I was horrified; I didn't want to be this pompous prince's husband.
"Listen, I'm the heir of the Faerieian throne, I'm not going anywhere," I commanded.
"But you are so beautiful, like a dream," he said.
"I'm no beauty! I look like every other princess, blonde, blue eyed. Yes, I can admit, not every princess has gossamer wings, but I'm a fairy. So leave," I yelled.
"No one is going to stop me from taking you as my queen, your parents are probably happy for you," he shouted back.
"Ha! You are so ignorant, I never had parents, I only had a mother, and there are no men in Faerie. Will you think!" I yelled. This was insane! He kissed me and now he believes that I am the most beautiful thing on two feet! Far from it, I'm just an average princess. Prince Charming then, the dolt, plucked me from my standing position and carried me away to his castle. I realized I lost all my magic from that rude awakening, and that stupid fairy that cast that spell on me. I'd rather die than lose my magic! We camped in the forest every night. I had to eat with him at every meal, ride next to him on his horse, and smell his body odor daily, gross. Now, I had to be some picturesque queen, do nothing for my mother country, and marry this cruel man!
"I need to leave," I started. He caught my arm as I started to run.
"You aren't leaving my sight, in Kyria, once you kiss someone, you have to marry them. You are staying, and wear this," he handed me a gray gown embroidered with heavy gold inlays and inch wide jade stones, sewn into the hem.
"I can't wear this, I could barely move in it! I'm wearing my lavender skirts and that's that!" I screamed. I was enraged, and I had no magic to defend myself with. "Can we take a side trip to Toren?"
"No, we need to go, quickly, no detours." Drat! If I could get to Toren, I could regain my magic, for the air there is so magical, it sticks if your body can handle magic. Toren was a wasteland of towers, lived in by mages and their families. Also, Toren had not been to war in five hundred years. We reached the castle in horrid condition. Charming insisted that we ride on the same horse, even though I could ride well.
"Listen, I can get my own horse and we could ride much faster, or," I stopped and realized that I can't fly without magic, drat that fairy!
"No, I won't allow it, you are in my possession, for you are my bride. In Kyria…" I blanked his words. I was helpless!
