yachiru

So I went a little insane and wrote a children's book. >_>

Princess Amelia was tired of the tower. There were all those stairs. She spent more time climbing up and down than anything else. And by the time she was on either side, she was too tired to do anything. So she stayed at the top, waiting.

Her Prince was coming. He would save her from this tower and marry her and they'd ride away on two white horses. She wasn't sure about the married part but she quite liked the idea of horses.

She'd started talking to the castle mice long before her first suitor showed. Phillip was her favorite because he was a terrible gossip and she loved learning about what those evil birds were up to.

She couldn't see much of the first prince. He was covered head to toe in armor and when the sun hit him, he resembled a rather large sparkle.

"Hello, fair maiden," he shouted. "I have come to save you."

"Save me," she said to herself. "It's not so bad here. Food magically appears and I have a nice view of those pretty mountains."

Princess Amelia told the prince to win her he'd have to climb the great staircase in his armor.

She spent the rest of the day gossiping with Phillip, to the sound of a steady staccato clang clang clang as the prince fell again and again.

He left the next day, limping into the forest.

The second prince wore a bright red feather on his cap. Phillip was immediately suspicious and told Amelia he was sure the prince was with those awful birds.

He and his brethren invaded the prince's camp and stole everything. Phillip stole the prince's hat and fashioned one for his very own.

Princess Amelia was very disappointed. None of these princes were real princes. Not one white horse. Not one lovely sonnet.

The next to approach the tower were all too something. One was too fat. He couldn't even make it up the very first flight of stairs. Two were too dirty. Dustclouds surrounded their (not white) horses. And the last.

The last, he was the worst of all. His name was Prince Corncake and he only had the one white horse to his name. Still, it was a very pretty horse.

"Take the tower," she said. "I shall take your horse and you will stay here. Pretend to be me."

She cut off her hair and fashioned a wig from it.

"There," she said. "Now just send those princes away when they come courting. Tell them you've developed boilitious. I have no idea what that is but it sounds dreadful."

She paused. "Also once a month wild hogs come and celebrate. They bring their own wine but the noise can be distracting."

She patted Prince Corncake on his newly coifed head and rode away on her very own white horse. She named her Isla, after the mountains that Amelia could see from her tower.