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The Prince Bride
By Missy Crystal
Chapter 1. Prince Charles
Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, the castle was buzzing like a
beehive with preparations for a grand celebration. All of the nobility
from far and wide soon would be arriving to attend the christening of
King Henry's and Queen Charlotte's first born son and heir to the
throne, Prince Charles. The royal pair had been trying for many years
to conceive a child and, having finally secured the royal succession,
no expense was to be spared to make this the most memorable event in
the history of the kingdom. Barrels of wine were readied, dozens of
sides of beef were roasting on spits, mountains of potatoes had been
peeled and boiled, and the various royal craftsmen had been working for
weeks on beautifully embroidered table cloths, silver dishes, utensils
and serving vessels and gold candelabra to light the hall. Throughout
the countryside, not a bolt of cloth, not a spool of thread could be
found, as each family commissioned their tailors to design splendid
outfits for the lords and ladies, vying to outdo each other as they
made their grand entrance. The royal tailors had been busy too, weaving
gold and silver thread into fabric that would be decorated with
exquisite jewels, so that no mere noble would be more fashionable or
more elegant than the royal couple.
Finally, all was ready. The gilded carriages, drawn by pairs of matched
white horses with the finest silver decorated leather harnesses and
feathered plumes on their bridles, rolled through the castle's gates to
the foot of the stairs. Liveried footmen opened the doors and
magnificently coiffed and dramatically made up women were assisted
down, then escorted up the red carpeted palace steps by ushers in the
finest brocade waistcoats and knee britches, with silver buckles on
their shoes; their less ostentatious husbands and escorts following
behind. Each was announced, entered, and was seated at long rows of
tables piled high with savory foods. The wine goblets were filled by an
army of servants, in plentiful supply, since any commoner would have
given all that he or she owned to see such a sight and some did,
bribing the royal quartermaster for a job. When all of the quests were
seated, the orchestra struck up the royal march, a hush fell over the
great hall and the King and Queen made their grand entrance. All of
those in attendance, who had risen to their feet at the first notes of
the familiar tune, bowed low, as they passed by, on their way to the
royal table.
After they had seated themselves on their thrones, the Archbishop
entered in a religious procession and advanced to a cradle, placed in
front of the King and Queen. When the entourage arrived, they bowed
low. In contrast to all of the other extravagant decorations, the
cradle was plain brown wood, with obvious signs of wear. It was the
same cradle that had been used for christening the princes and princess
of the kingdom for the last 200 years. The royal orchestra played
softly as the royal nursemaid slowly and carefully carried the infant
prince in her arms, escorted by a dozen royal household guards in
splendid red, black and gold uniforms with gleaming gold and silver
helmets, led by the Captain of the Guard. When they reached the cradle,
the royal nursemaid gently placed Prince Charles inside and withdrew.
The guards remained, bound to sacrifice their lives to protect their
royal charge from harm. The Archbishop looked at the King, who nodded
his approval, and he began the christening ceremony, ending with, "I
hereby christen thee, Charles, prince of these lands and heir to the
throne." He stood back, and there was a deafening salute from the
audience, "Long live their Majesties, King Henry and Queen Charlotte.
Long live His Royal Highness, Prince Charles."
The King and Queen rose in acknowledgement of their guests' respect. As
if on cue, there was the sound of tinkling bells, a soft white glow and
three fairies appeared, their gossamer wings fluttering and their sheer
dresses, sparkling like a million diamonds. Each was in human form,
perfect in every feature, although only about four feet tall, with long
golden hair and small pointed ears. Each curtsied to the King and
Queen.
"Congratulations, your highnesses," they said as a chorus. "We come to
honor the ancient tradition of bestowing a gift on the Prince of this
House."
They moved forward to stand by the cradle. Although fearless and
dedicated to the Prince, the guards knew that the fairies meant no harm
and, even if they did, that it would be both futile and deadly to
interfere with these creatures, so remained rigidly at attention.
The king addressed the three fairies: "Mistress Daisy, Mistress Rose
and Mistress Iris, I and those Kings before me are forever in your
debt. You are most welcome." A puzzled look came over his face. "But
where is your sister, Mistress Buttercup?" His face fell. "Oh dear, has
something happened to her? Is she not well? Is there anything I can do
to help? Whatever I have is yours for the asking," he said in dismay.
The fairies proceeded as if nothing was amiss. "Long ago," they
recited, their small voices magically amplified so that the entire hall
could hear them, "your ancestor, King Harold, the first of your line,
did a great service for us. There was a wicked dragon who had taken up
her residence in our woods and would not leave, despite our polite
request that she live elsewhere. This was a serious breach of the
peaceful way in which we magical creatures live and necessitated her
removal by force. Although we have limitless power to affect the real
world, our magic will not work on another magical creature. Therefore,
we enlisted the aid of your forbearer and his knights. We abhor
violence of all kinds, magical and mundane, but we were left with no
choice. After giving the dragon fair warning, King Harold was sent to
dispatch her. There was a fierce battle, all of his brave knights were
slain and King Harold alone charged the dragon, lance lowered. His aim
was true and he struck in the only spot where her armor can be pierced,
directly over her heart. The wound was fatal, but in her death she
struck out and caught the King with a deadly blow. Our woods were
saved, but at a terrible cost." The fairies paused, to give the
audience time to appreciate the sacrifice that had been made to protect
their home. "It was then that we vowed to forever be the guardians of
his home as he had been of ours. Ageless and timeless, we fairies are,
and it is this promise we now keep by each bestowing upon the prince a
gift that shall enable him to guide this Kingdom to a new age of peace
and prosperity."
Having finished their presentation, the three fairies looked up at the
King and Queen with vexed expressions. "We apologize for Buttercup,
your highnesses. She is in fact well. There is no harm that can come to
us, but she has a terrible sense of time. She could be a century ahead
or behind. We shall begin and I am sure she will sort it out and show
up."
The King and Queen looked at each other, not knowing what to make of
the strange excuse, but knew better than to question the fairies.
Daisy raised her wand. "Of all those qualities necessary for a king,
none is more important than intelligence." She lowered her wand and
touched it to the Prince's forehead. There was a bright light.
Rose raised her wand. "Without intelligence, a king cannot rule; but
wisdom is necessary to guide its use." She lowered her wand and touched
it to the Prince's forehead. There was a bright light.
Iris raised her wand. "A keen mind and sound judgment are necessary to
rule, but they must be must be tempered by sensitivity to the needs of
others. Head and heart together make a king. She lowered her wand and
touched it to the Prince's forehead. There was a bright light.
The three fairies looked around impatiently and shook their heads. They
held hands, closed their eyes and concentrated. Suddenly, there was a
tinkling of bells, a soft white light and a fairy appeared, identical
to her sisters.
To the amazement of the King and Queen and the guests, the fairy seemed
to be unsteady on her feet.
"Hey, girls," she greeted her sisters informally, "what's up?" I was
over at the elves' place. They just finished a new batch of their wine.
Those guys really know how to show a girl a good time. They have this
little trick they do with their..." She caught herself. "Ooops. Heh.
Heh. Forgot all about the christening. Let me just get myself together
here. Oh, Oh. Where's my wand. Must have left it in one of those elves'
rooms. Hard to party with it. Just about poked a guy's eye out. Be
right back."
There was a tinkling of bells, a soft white light and Buttercup
disappeared. A few seconds later, the process repeated and she was back
holding her wand.
"Okay, got it. Now then," she turned to face the cradle. "Let's see.
Fair of face, full of grace, loving and giving, caring and sharing, a
happy bride she shall be." She lowered her wand.
Her sisters rushed her and tried to grab her arm before the wand
touched the Prince, but they were too late. There was a bright light.
Buttercup turned and her sisters couldn't stop in time. They crashed
into each other and ended up in a pile on the floor.
When they finally untangled, Buttercup sat up. "What's the problem?"
she asked.
"The problem is," Iris said sternly, "that the child is a prince, not a
princess. You were supposed to give him, she emphasized 'him', courage.
Really Buttercup, what in the world were you thinking?"
Buttercup looked puzzled. "Are you sure? I mean, did you check to make
sure that she's a he?"
It was Daisy's turn to admonish her sister. "Yes, Buttercup, we're
sure. The Prince is a boy."
Buttercup shrugged. "Oh well, look at the bright side. He'll get to
wear a really pretty dress at his wedding and on his honeymoon, he can
just relax and let his husband do all the work."
Rose folded her arms on her chest in exasperation. "Buttercup, humans
are not as liberal about gender as we magical creatures. Boys don't
wear dresses and they don't marry other boys."
Buttercup looked baffled. "Really? I'm sure they do at some time or
other. Can't we put him to sleep for a few centuries like what's her
name, that girl that stuck her finger on the spinning wheel. That
worked out okay for her, as I recall. He can just chill until customs
change and some prince who wants another prince who looks good in a
bridal gown comes by to wake him up with a kiss. I can whip up a really
nice designer number right now, so he'll be ready when the time comes.
I'll even throw in the veil and some matching high heeled pumps. Okay?"
"No, Buttercup," Daisy scolded her, "it's not okay at all. The girl
you're talking about was cursed. You know the rules. We can't put an
entire kingdom under an enchantment, just because you made a mistake.
See if you can reverse the spell."
Buttercup tried to concentrate. She closed her eyes, thought very
carefully, raised her wand and touched it to the Prince. Nothing
happened. She tried again. Nothing. And again. Still nothing. Finally
she shook her head.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention," she admitted
sheepishly. "I can't duplicate the spell and I'm afraid if I mess
around with it, I may end up making things worse."
The King and Queen had been following the conversation in shocked
silence. Finally, the King got up his courage and spoke to the fairies.
"Kind fairies, we are and always will be grateful for all that you have
done for us, but please explain to me what will happen to the prince?"
Iris spoke up. "We are not sure your majesty. All magic is unique. It
never works the same way twice. You were given the gift of intelligence
at birth, so was your son; but it does not mean that you and he will
think alike. There are many ways for intelligence to express itself.
The magic finds its own direction. All that can be done is for us to
wait and see."
"So there is a possibility that the spell will not act in a way that
will make the Prince a bride, is that right?" the Queen asked the
fairies hopefully.
"Anything is possible," agreed the fairies optimistically. "Only time
will tell."
"Well then," inquired the King, using his gift of intelligence, "is
there a way that you fairies could cast a spell that would offset
Buttercup's gift. Give him virility or something that will make him
manly."
The fairies sighed and Rose replied, "no your majesty, I'm afraid not.
Once a spell has been cast, it cannot be influenced or undone, except
by the person who cast it. Buttercup has already tried and been
unsuccessful. For us to intervene would be dangerous. Magic is hard to
explain and harder for non-magical folk to understand. It does not
follow the rules of your world. For one thing, each magical creature
has their own unique magic. Not just differences in magic between
elves, pixies and fairies, but even between the four of us. Our magical
fields are attuned to us and when we cast a spell, even though we each
may cast the same spell, it has different magical components. Think of
two chefs, each with their own recipe for the same kind of a cake.
Their cakes may look identical and they will both taste like cake, but
the subtle differences in their ingredients and cooking techniques mean
that the cakes will not be exactly the same."
"It is those differences that prevent us from changing another's
magic," continued Iris. "In terms of your world, my magic key will not
fit Buttercup's magic lock, so I cannot release her spell. Not only
does it not work, but interfering with another's magic, even for a good
reason, always has dire consequences." Iris looked up and saw that,
even with his superior intellect, the King was having trouble following
the intricacies of magic and the Queen was completely confused. "Let me
give you a practical example, your Highnesses. Daisy gave the Prince
the gift of intelligence."
The King and Queen nodded in agreement.
"Let us pretend, and I need to be very careful, because it does not
take much to cast a spell," she held her wand pointing down and close
to her side, "that I want to undo that gift by casting a spell to make
him dumb. Magic is a force, somewhat similar to lightening in your
world, and, like a lightening bolt, once it is discharged, it has to go
somewhere. My spell has no power over Daisy's spell, so it must act in
some other way to accomplish its purpose. The word 'dumb,' has two
meanings. One is stupid, but the other is unable to communicate. The
spell could, therefore, make the Prince dumb, as in not being able to
speak or write. He would be smart, but appear to be an idiot, because
he could not communicate with anyone. That is just one of many
possibilities, and magic usually prefers to work in subtle ways; but it
could also take the easy way out. It could kill him, since if he is
dead, he would no longer be smart. As you can see, however it works,
the results are harmful.
The King and Queen's downcast looks sadly expressed their
understanding.
"We are sorry Majesties," all four of the fairies said in chorus, "but
there is some hope."
The King and Queen looked up in eager anticipation of the good news.
"This again is a function of magic," said Daisy. "Each of the gifts
given to the Prince was a blessing,"
"Even Buttercup's gift, although inappropriate, was a blessing," added
Rose.
"When good spells are cast, they inevitably produce good results,"
continued Iris.
"Although the magic chooses its own direction," finished Buttercup,
"one way or another, the Prince will live happily ever after."
"I do believe that it would be better if the guests forgot this
unfortunate incident," said Rose.
"No need to spoil the festivities," added Iris.
All four fairies waved their wands in the air.
"Farewell, your Majesties," the fairies said in chorus.
There was a tinkling of bells, a soft white light, and then the fairies
were gone.
The King, never at a loss for what to do in a crisis, stood, raised his
glass and said, "A toast to Prince Charles. The fairies have assured us
that he will live a happy life." He drank and so did the Queen and the
guests. "Let us enjoy his christening. He clapped his hands for music."
The band struck up a cheerful tune, dancers appeared and began to
entertain the guests while they feasted and drank. Within a short time,
all but the King and Queen had put aside their concerns for the future
of Prince Charles.
Chapter 2. Princess Charlene.
The next day, the King and Queen pondered over what to do.
"If the fairies could not do anything, dear," observed the Queen, "then
I do not see how we can change the outcome. Moreover, the fairies said
that magic takes its own direction. We don't even know what outcome we
are trying to prevent. They agreed that it was possible for Buttercup's
blessing not to happen or not to happen the way she said it would;
perhaps even more so, because she was," the Queen looked around
cautiously, to see if there might be a fairy around who would be
offended, "drunk. Maybe the reason Buttercup couldn't undo her own
spell was because she got it wrong in the first place and it didn't
take."
The King smiled. "As always, my dear, you are most thoughtful and your
argument is extremely persuasive. However, one thing you overlooked is
the limitation that magical creatures have on trying to undo someone
else's magic. They did not try, because they might do more harm than
good. Since we will not be using magic, we are free to try and try I
will. No son of mine is going to be a bride, if I can help it."
The Queen shrugged. "As you wish, your Majesty. Do you have a plan?"
"Yes," replied the King. "I do have a plan, but I am sure you will not
be happy with it."
Fearing the worst, but respecting the fact that he was both her husband
and the King, she asked cautiously, "what is it?"
"The boy cannot grow up as a girl, if he does not know what a girl is,"
he said confidently.
"I guess that's right," agreed the Queen, "but one half of the world is
female, so how do you intend to prevent him from learning about girls?
I do hope you're not planning on locking him in the dungeon, until he
is old enough to marry. I won't hear of that."
"No, of course not," replied the King indignantly. "You know that
sensitivity is one of my gifts, I could not be so heartless. He is my
flesh and blood too you know. However, you are partially right. We do
need to isolate him from the female half of the world. I will have the
west wing of the palace renovated to house him and a staff to attend to
him. I will build a high wall around the fields and garden on that side
of the castle. He will only be cared for by men, until he is of age to
be married, at which time he will be introduced to a suitable princess.
Brilliant, if I do say so myself."
"Dear, there is one small detail you have overlooked. I am a woman."
"I haven't overlooked that detail, my dear. That is the part I said you
would not like. You must not have anything to do with him, until after
he is married. I'm sorry, but we all must make sacrifices, if we are to
undo fairy magic."
"You can't be serious," his wife protested. "I am not giving up my baby
to be raised by men. No. You may be the King, but I am Charles' mother.
You cannot deprive me of him. It is not fair, it is not just, it is not
right and I will not allow it. No! No! No! No!," she said repeatedly,
stamping her foot for emphasis.
The King looked at his wife compassionately. He loved her deeply and
would do nothing to hurt her. He also knew how long she had looked
forward to having a child. Still, he was convinced that this was the
only way.
"My dear wife, mother of my child and love of my life," he began, "you
are correct. I would do nothing to hurt you or without your consent.
While the boy is a baby, you may see him in the nursery, after he is
asleep, and when he gets older, I will construct a place from which you
may watch him in secret, but you must agree of your own free will, for
his own good, not to visit him. It is the only way and I believe you
know this to be true."
The Queen was in tears. "Give up my baby," she sobbed. "Stupid fairies,
I wish they never gave us their gifts. I don't care whether they hear
me or not. They have done me a great injustice for which I shall never
forgive them." She gave the King a cold look. "I love my child too much
to deprive him of his only chance for a normal life. I will do as you
say." She turned and left the room.
The next day, the Queen directed her staff to prepare a bedroom in
another section of the castle and to move her things into it. Until she
was reunited with her child, she would have no marital relationship
with the King. As sad as the King was about the situation, he respected
his wife's wish for separation.
The King directed the royal architect to carry out his plan. Prince
Charles was isolated and the royal chamberlain was given the task of
selecting a male staff to raise him. From that day forward, the child
was to have no contact with anyone other than his care givers. Since a
baby requires little more than to be fed, changed and held, all went
well for the first few years. Even as a toddler, Prince Charles was
content with the sheltered world his father had created for him. He had
his toys, wooden soldiers, toy swords, sailboats and horse drawn carts
with pretend wares, and he had his picture books of animals, although
the illustrations were all of males.
At first, the Queen had come to the nursery at night, when her baby was
sleeping. She was allowed to hold him, since it was doubtful that the
contact would influence his development at that age. As he grew older,
she could only watch him sleep peacefully and tuck the blankets around
him. As the years went by, she watched him for hours at a time from the
window of a room overlooking the garden where he played.
When the Prince was six, the King had the royal smith fashion a small
suit of armor, sword, shield and other weapons, and had the castle's
master at arms begin the Prince's military training. To the dismay of
his instructors and his father, while he excelled at the footwork, he
had no interest whatsoever in using the weapons. No amount of coaxing
or threatening could inspire him to attack or defend himself. Nor did
he show the slightest interest or aptitude for studying battle tactics.
Finally, the King gave up and allowed him to devote himself to those
studies at which he excelled. His gift of intelligence manifested
itself in an insatiable curiosity, which made things extraordinarily
difficult for the castle librarian, who was charged with finding books
without references to women or the female of the species. That left
geography and mathematics. He also showed an incredible aptitude for
languages. Some of the staff had come from the surrounding kingdoms and
the Prince quickly was able to converse with them fluently in their
native tongue. Over the years, the King also invited some boys to play
with the Prince, but he showed little interest in their rough and
tumble games.
Although the King was less than pleased with the boy's march towards
manhood, still he believed that he had successfully forestalled his
feminization, except for two things. From about age six on, while the
rest of his body continued to develop, his genitals did not. Although
fully functional for going to the bathroom, his penis remained tiny.
Even more disconcerting was the fact that, because of its small size,
it was more convenient for the Prince to pee sitting down. Even so, the
King reassured himself, he is still a boy. Then the magic revealed its
direction. When the Prince turned twelve, his chest began to develop
small mounds.
Since the Prince had long ago given up on his armor and, in the summer,
often went shirtless, it was not hard for his mother to see that he was
developing a woman's figure. He may have never seen a woman, he may not
have known anything about them, but he was still becoming one. All of
the King's efforts and her deprivation were for naught.
The Queen spoke with the King. "Your son is developing breasts," she
told him.
"No, those are muscles. He has been working out," he insisted.
"Henry," the Queen replied patiently, "a woman knows breasts when she
sees them. Those are not muscles and at the rate they are growing, he
will need some type of supporting garment in a few months. Admit it
Henry. You could not undo the magic any more than the fairies could. He
is becoming more feminine every day."
Finally, the King conceded. "Yes Charlotte, you were right and you are
entitled to say, I told you so," he admitted. "The magic has had its
way and taught me a bitter lesson for my arrogance. I am extremely
sorry."
The Queen took her husband's hands in hers and looked at him
sympathetically. "Henry, I know what you did was out of your love for
our son. I would not have gone along with your plan, if I had thought
otherwise. However, there is no point in continuing with it. I want him
back Henry. If not as a boy, then as a girl; but I want him and he
needs me, now more than ever."
The King sadly shook his head. "I only wanted what was best for him,
but you are right. The magic cannot be undone. You gave me my chance,
now you shall have yours. Do as you wish Charlotte. The fairies
promised us a happy ending. We shall see." He turned and slowly walked
away.
The Queen gave great thought to the best way to introduce the Prince to
the mother he had never known and to the idea that there was another
sex, of which he was quickly becoming a member. She finally decided
that it would be best to simply meet with him in her rooms. She sent
for the royal chamberlain, explained the situation and told him to
bring the Prince to her immediately.
Queen Charlotte gave great thought to how she would greet the son she
had never known and who knew nothing of her. She practiced a number of
different introductions. All were too formal. Her inclination was to
take the boy up in her arms, but she worried how he would react to
learning that he had a mother. Finally, she gave up and decided to let
the magic take its course, whatever that might be. A few minutes later,
there was a knock on her door.
"Come in, please" the Queen responded.
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