Battlefield of Roses

Written by Skyfire111.

Name definitely going to change.

Don’t ask questions. To be edited and finished later.

Once there was a princess, said to be made out of the darkness of the night and the silvery light of the stars. She had grace unmatched, the sweetest voice and the gentlest touch. Yet she spoke only of cruelty, twisted words hidden under layers of false kindness. Few could pick up on her snide insults and those who did were dismissed as bitter or crazy. It was impossible not to love someone so beautiful and wise, at least in the eyes of most.

But nothing can be left untouched, even if just a mask hiding something far worse. So here comes the part of the tale you can probably predict. The part were the evil witch or fairy or whatever nasty thing they’ve thought up comes along and curses the princess. This is a fairytale, after all. It goes by certain rules.

Though to be fair this witch- because she was a witch, crooked fingers and hooked nose included. She even had a pet cat, even if it was a ginger tabby. But despite this she worked for the king, serving under him too help make the kingdom prosperous. A good steady job, earning her good pay and a better reputation. The witch was known to take time out her day to boil medicine and help crops grow. A good witch, by every sense of the word. It’s such a pity she was so petty.

See the witch was in love with the princess, having long ago fallen in love with the scattered compliments she so kindly gave her. She wrapped kind words around her eyes until she could almost convince herself that she wasn’t fooling herself. Nothing would pry this delusion away from her, not there was anyone around to willing to do that.

So the witch lost herself and grew starved, longing for the gentle brush of a warm hand or a compliment without any meaning. She ruined herself and tore herself apart and yet she didn’t seem to care.

Prompt: “Please don’t wake the princess. For yourself, for me and for all those living here.”