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Parables: My Second Fairy Tales |
Posted by
Psychopixi on Thursday, February 19, 2004 - 07:03 AM PST
It was a quiet day in the court of Ardina, with the assembled nobility standing in various groups throughout the richly decorated palace hall. The various tapestries hug gaily from the walls, depicting the peaceful and benevolent rulers who had gone before, leading up to the throne, where the King and his most loyal subjects were gathered.
On this particular summer's day the air was still, and the serene atmosphere was broken only by snippets of conversation from the happily chattering crowds. The King, at that moment was involved in discussion with his daughter over her seeming inability to find a suitable suitor.
"Father, they're all such louts!" the princess exclaimed. "Seeking to please me by winning honour on horseback, and the slaughter of others. What woman could be wooed by such a show?"
The King heaved a sigh, and smiled down upon her, "Catarina, I know that they are..." He paused in search of the right word, and then frowned at its evasiveness. "My dear, I wish for nothing more than your happiness, but I am growing old. Before long I shall depart this plain and I must have an heir to the throne!"
Catarina snorted her disapproval, and then attempted to hide her unladylike gesture behind her white lace fan. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, and her simple white dress made her startlingly blue eyes all the more noticeable. By all rights she should have been married by now, to one of the knights from Ardina, or even lands further away. *Though still far too close for comfort.* she thought cynically. However the young lady was rather discriminating in her tastes and though logic would dictate to her, almost as often as her father did, that she needed to continue the royal line she found that she could not bear the thought of settling down and worse; having to perform the necessary duties that would produce an heir, with one of the brutish men who sought to win her heart, and her father's throne.
The doors to the grand hall slammed open, and shook her out of her reverie. A tall dark stranger was striding through the throng of curious lords and ladies towards her, and her father. He was protected from their probing looks both by his unwavering gaze that held her captive, and by his hard, black, armour. *Another knight. How thrilling.* Catarina thought to herself, though he did seem more intriguing than the usual faire of over-eager young men. His armour, for a start, was fashioned in a way that was unusual to the people of their land - aside from it's colouring it had many spikes, and points soldered onto it, making her wonder what on earth he had expected to encounter. As he approached the throne he slowed his pace, coming to a rest directly in front of the King, before sinking down onto one knee.
"Your majesty. My lady." He gave her a cursory glance up and down that made her shudder, and her stomach churn. She felt his eyes pierce through her clothing, and had to catch herself before she turned away from this rude man, who was looking at her as though she were a piece of meat, laid out for his perusal.
The knight continued, "I've heard about a fearsome beast, that on young flesh is set to feast. That loathsome dragon, with fearsome roar, will plague your boys and girls no more." *Oh Gods, no!* Catarina though to herself. *Not a bloody poet and all!* She hid a quiet snicker behind her fan, suddenly glad of the pressing heat that had encouraged her to bring it with her. The knight drew his sword, and held the blood-encrusted blade high in the air, possibly in the hope of it drawing admiration from the assembly.
"My Lord, I pledge myself your humble servant. I will seek out, and slay, this dragon that plagues your lands and makes your people fear to sleep at night."
"And might I enquire as to the reparations you will seek for this task?" The King asked.
"Should I succeed, I believe we will be able to come to a, uh, suitable arrangement." The knight returned, smiling arrogantly at Catarina. The fan moved higher up her face to hide a grimace, and her rolling her eyes. The knight seemed not to notice her actions, and stood, creaking ominously. With a flourish of his sword, he bowed to the King, then sheathed his blade, and headed for the doors. When he had exited the hall the King turned to Catarina.
"Do we HAVE a dragon, then?"
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by pandoras_choice (-)
on Feb 19, 2004 - 04:52 PM
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Wow! What a delightfully exciting twist. Finally, a fairy tale teaching tolerance of love beyond society's general "acceptance." Beautifully written, kept me excited. Thanks for the tale!
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by callei on Feb 20, 2004 - 10:36 AM
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You did capture that important black/white good/bad thing really well in this one. I kinda wish you had taken it farther and let the princess ride back with the knight;s head in a bag declaring that she had distroyed the dragon and was now going to clain the throne for herself.
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Feb 20, 2004 - 12:28 PM
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I love your fairy tales, Psyche... *sighing dreamily*
This was a very good one... will there be more?
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by Zero (-)
on Feb 20, 2004 - 12:56 PM
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The 20 year old adult in me that i really am says: this story was great it had a good flow about it and it was very entertaining.....2 thumbs up
The 16 year old in me says: mmmmm lesbian love scene......one thumb up. (the others preocupied)
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