The Unwanted Wedding Part V

The dragon did not pause to introduce itself or give a wordy description of who he was.  He simply walked across the hall scattering screaming puff balls of fabric each time he took a step, and grasped the awestruck princess in one of its enormous clawed talons.

The claws squeezed so tightly around her waste, she could not scream or give vent to the feeling piling up inside of her.  She was horrified at the thought of being this terrifying beasts dinner, but she was also rejoicing because the dragon had done what she could not do.  It had found a way to keep her from marrying the ugly prince.

The dragon launched itself off the ground, and rocketed through the ceiling, creating another hole in the middle of the hall.  The King grabbed the princess's train in a futile attempt to save her, but the thin fabric just ripped off of her dress.  Turned to the queen, and started to yell at her for making the dress out of such flimsy fabric and other foolish stuff.

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The dragon raced over mountains, valleys, and fields.  The dragon had relaxed its grip on the Princess allowing her to breath more easily.  As the time passed, the princess found that she was enjoying the trip.  She had never flown, and, therefore, had had no chance to see her kingdom from a bird's view.  She thought it was simply magnificent.

They flew for hours and hours.  Eventually, the princess fell asleep with the wind running through her hair and stinging her cheeks.

The Unwanted Wedding Part III

The Queen then came to the suite to look her daughter over and approve of her appearance.
"Oh, Sweety!  You look fabulous.  That dress is amazing." She chattered on.  "My wedding was a blissful day.  As you know, my marriage was arranged, and I hardly knew your father, but he was dreadfully handsome."

The Princess sighed.  As stated earlier, she had had no such luck, and her betrothed was only attractive if you closed your eyes and plugged your ears because even his voice was ugly.

"...nervous, my gown was too tight, and my mother chatted on and on.  Looking back, I think she was just as nervous as I was.  I mean, her only daughter was getting married, and such.  Are you following me, Darling?"

She stopped her chatting long enough for the Princess to nod her head, and then continued her monologue.

"As you know, my dear sister Gardensia had already died of the plague, so I was the only daughter left for my mother to dress up and marry off. Marcus, my bro..."

The Princess noticed a page enter the room, and whisper something to one of her ladies in waiting.  The lady gave a quick nod, and shooed the page out of the room.

"...ther married, but my mother didn't get to dress his wife up because she wasn't her daught..."  The lady in waiting cleared her throat, and the queen turned to look at her.

"Your Highness,"  she said with a sweeping bow, "the ceremony is ready, and the king requests that you and the royal Princess come down so that the ceremony might begin."

"Oh!  Hurry up, Darling, this is one thing you don't want to be late for."

The Unwanted Wedding

This story shall begin with a, "Once upon a time," fore, as you know, every good story must.  In this tale that I am about to spin, I shall tell of a princess who undergoes a series of bizarre events.

It all begins with a wedding.  The wedding was to take place on the day after the day before the wedding, and on the day after the day before the wedding, the aforementioned princess was to wed a knight.

Now this knight was not a pleasant knight.  Actually, to be honest, this knight was plain old rotten.  He had a horrible temperament, sagging jowls, and a rather disgusting smile.

For obvious reasons, the princess did not choose to marry the knight, but was forced by her father, the king, to marry the knight for some absurd reason having to do with international relations. 

This story shall be continued in later posts.
~Anna

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Beth stood high in the sky.
She was a star.
At least, everyone told her she was.
They said, "You glitter and shine.  You must be a star."
Beth did not feel like a star.
She felt like a rock.
She had lots of dents and holes.
She was good at hiding them.
Nobody else ever saw them.
At the end of the day, she would stand in the sky and think about her dents and holes.
She would cry.
She would wipe those tears away quickly.
She could hide them from everyone else,
But Beth could not hide them from herself.