I’m currently struggling to write… my inspiration has disappeared and so I was sitting on my sofa last night watching “Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters” trying to take my mind off my lack of erotic thoughts
I adore fantasy stories and fairy tales, because I’m fascinated by the heartache that more often than not comes with both. Take Disney for instance…. the fairy stories that so many little girls grow up with. Most of them come with a dead or absent mother and a hopeless father who can only think of his own happiness. So while the girl might get the guy in the end, she has to go through the heartache first before she’s worthy of the happy ever after. That got me thinking about the style of the original fairytales which are even darker and thought I’d try a little tale of sadness of my own as a bit of writing therapy. It’s much less Disney and more Brothers Grimm but I hope you enjoy it… at the very least I think I’ve got my naughty thoughts back!
Love Lexie xx
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl who hid herself away from the world because her heart had been crushed by lies and disappointment. She wore her sadness like a weight upon her shoulders and walked in the shadows of the world. Her eyes were dark with her misery and she believed all those who told her that she was nothing.
The girl had given up on happiness forever until one day, at a ball at the Palace, she met a Prince so charming and so handsome that she could not take her eyes off him. Her heart began to remember the joy that it had known before the dark times and she ached for him to love her. But the girl knew that she was unlovable and that one so perfect would never be interested in someone like her and so she kept her distance and yearned for him from afar.
Unbeknownst to her the Prince had indeed noticed her and he was fascinated by her dark and troubled beauty. He knew that he had to have her, and even though he was betrothed to another he put his feelings aside and flattered the girl, making her believe that maybe it was the world and not her that was to blame for her shattered heart.
And so she allowed her heart to open to the Prince and she listened to his beautiful voice as he whispered to her about how lovely were her eyes, her lips, her hair and how much he ached to be with her. The girl ached to be with him too and so she told him how she felt, laying her bruised and tender heart on the line once more, trusting that he would never make her feel the pain that she had tried to escape for so long.
The first touch of his lips upon hers awakened a tiny flame of hope within her and she felt at last the tight bands of despair around her heart loosen.
As time passed and he showed no signs of hurting her, the girl allowed the flame of hope that the Prince had ignited to flicker into life and she opened herself to him. She told him of her pain and allowed him to see the emptiness inside her. And in turn he told her of his love for her, how much she meant to him and told her that he could never give her up. His words warmed her, and her eyes shone with the love that she felt for him and at last the girl felt that maybe even she could be happy. She yearned for his touch upon her, even though she knew that he was already promised to another.
But the Prince knew that he could never truly make the girl happy. His desire for riches was stronger than his ability to love and his betrothed was the heir to a Kingdom where, once married, he would reign as King. And although he loved the girl, he hardened his heart to her knowing that he would one day break her just as she had been broken before. And although he tried to push this knowledge from his mind and focus on how she made him feel, it wasn’t enough for the Prince and even though he loved her he could not tell her so anymore.
The girl began to feel the cold and aching distance between them but she refused to believe that her beloved Prince could break her heart. She had met the Princess to whom he was promised and knew that her wealth far outshone the girl’s beauty, but she still believed that the Prince’s desire for her would overcome any obstacle that stood in the way of their true love. But as time passed, and although she tried to ignore the changes in her beloved she found she could not lie to herself as others had lied to her.
The girl had promised herself that she would never allow this darkness to engulf her again and she was angry with herself. Her anger and the pain of her Prince’s withdrawal ate away at her, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, no matter how much she told herself that he loved her. And with every silence, another piece of her heart turned to stone and she swore that she would never again allow herself to be so deceived.
But while she tried to hide away her heart, it would not give up on her, because it knew that one day she would find the one who would walk her into the sun and worship her.
It was with this hope and with this knowledge that she turned her back on her Prince and it was this that carried her as she watched him walk down the aisle with his Princess, whom she knew he did not love as he had loved her. And as they said their vows she allowed but one tear to slide down her cheek. A tear that held all of her pain, all of her disappointment and she watched it as it dropped onto the barren earth beneath her feet.
The girl promised herself that she would never be so foolish again, but she knew that she could not control her heart. All she could do was hope that the one that she eventually gave it to would hold it as gently as she tried to.