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Written in honor of and with thanks to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.
Summary: fairy godmothers have a very stressful lifestyle therefore this particular one has taken up writing the events of her life in a diary, to relieve the stress, and to share the fun with a dear friend.
Dear Dear Diary
Chapter 1
Dear dairy,
Today was a very stressful day, it started in the worst way possible, I fell out of bed. Embarrassed I shushed the birds who where of coarse laughing at my misfortune, while trying to get the wrinkles out of my wings, I realized that it was the loud thud that gloved hands make on my door when being slammed on it repeatedly, that had woken me up in such a humiliating way. So rather unnerved I opened the door and without even looking at who disturbed my well-deserved slumber, impatiently I asked why he disturbed my peaceful life with his presence. The messenger of the king just smiled and told me that the king finally had a job for me, or to put it in his words, her majesty the queen gave birth to her first child at sunup of this beautiful day and has asked for her old nanny, the king in all his greatness has sent me to ask you to present yourself at the castle as soon as possible, for there will be a party in honor of the new princess. That was about time too was all I managed as a reply, ignorant me, I was happy for the change that would bring to my, let's face it not very interesting life. So I asked the rather stiff messenger in, and told him to help himself to some cake, I sure had enough of those on the house, since baking and cleaning was practically all I had done since the queen married her true love. While packing I engaged the kings loyal man in a conversation about the palace, and the weather, he ended up telling me all his troubles, the poor boy did not get enough sleep lately, because he fell madly in love with this beautiful young maiden who's father unfortunately does not like him, and that he had nobody who would listen to his sorrows, so I told him he should buy a diary and fill the pages with his pain and secret thoughts. How was I to know that I too would soon be in the situation to take my own advice and buy you, my dearest diary.
Oh yes this day that should have been a happy one, for it is the new princesses birthday, was perhaps the worst day in her life, and if not it will lead to the day that has that dreadful honor.
Distracted by helping the poor boy sort out his life, I finished packing later than I should, and was therefore late to the party, that was in an way very fortunate then that was indeed the only good thing that happened on that day, but I am falling way ahead of myself again. Let me explain, at the occasion of a little princesses birth it I a custom to give her a gift in honor, and as a thank you for the invitation to her very first birthday party.
But according to the queen the palaces clerks had forgotten to send an invitation to my dear cousin, Adella, how very unfortunate for us all, that Adella somehow found out about the party, and was of coarse furious, I partly blame it on one of those head splitting migraines she sometimes gets, or maybe not, but I had to excuse her with this story in front of the king anyway, she is my cousin after all.
As I enter through the exquisitely decorated door of the palace's ball room, and see Adella standing in front of the crib, I thought of no bad things, actually I was relived that I did not come to late, that would have been very embarrassing since I am to be the little princesses godmother. But then I heard the words my shameful cousin said, the curse she put the innocent child under, she gave her the gift that all the good wishes of the other guests, the wishes for beauty and health shall come true until the day of her sixteenth birthday, the day on which she shall die.
Thank the heavens I came late, the only positive thing I have done on this dreadful day, so although I could not take away a given gift I could change it to say that the princes would not die on the very same day on that she was born sixteen years later, but merely fall asleep, until true love's first kiss will wake her.
So now you know dear diary why I bought you, how could I forget how tiring life with little princesses is.
Yours truly
Sebille