The Prince

Once upon a time there was a maiden. This maiden lived in a beautiful land where the deep blue seas met the pure white sand of the shore, in a turquoise burst, as vivid and enchanting as the brightest star in the sky.

The maiden was not blessed to be laden with gold. She laboured many hard hours a day in an effort to raise enough gold to visit the weekly market; to care for her noble steed, Geraldine; and to buy enough candles so she never had to brave the dark.

The maiden lived at the top of a huge stone tower. Late one noon, sitting contentedly by her window, holding her quill and parchment, she was writing a declaration for story teller named Penguin, informing the people of the land how wonderful his works were. When suddenly, a grey-breasted carrier pigeon flew through the window and landed delicately on the maiden’s hand.



“Well hello dear carrier pigeon,” she whispered, stroking the tired and anxious pigeon gently. The carrier pigeon lifted its tiny orange speckled leg to release the attached note which read:
“Maiden. I do hope you are well. A Prince from a far off land where the women cover their faces with cloth and men grow their beards long and wild, is coming to your land.

The Prince hates to spend time with his family upon his travels, as they are strict and unkind. The Prince would like you to scour the land and gather all the fair maidens to accompany him to a ball he at his castle this evening”.

“Oh dear” thought the maiden, “what if the Prince decides to take one of us as his wife? What if he takes us in the back of a carriage back to his land and forces us to wear fabric over our faces?” The maiden had to contemplate the offer until the carrier pigeon flew over and pecked at the end of the note.

The maiden curled down the bottom and read,
“In compensation you will each receive 1000 pieces of gold to attend the ball”.

The maidens mind was made. The gold was worth the risk.

Each maiden donned her best frock and off they went to the ball.

Upon entering the four story castle, with its glass walls, three glistening pools and nine sleeping chambers, the maidens were handed a carrier pigeon and were told to order whatever food they desired. They ordered uncooked fish, entwined in rice. And it was good. Upon a table top there was an unlimited amount of special potions. Ones that have an ability to make everyone else look beautiful, ones which make you feel as care free as a spring lamb, and for one fair maiden, ones that make you kiss the Prince on the couch and allow him to grab your bosom before she passed out on the floor.

The Prince was enchanting the crowd with the stories of his travels and the evening was going splendidly well (other than for the maiden passed out on the floor). All of a sudden a belly dancer appeared in blue, green and silver beaded frock. The Prince gave each maiden 700 pieces of gold to give to the dancer. She was content. The maidens were jealous.

Soon however, the Prince began acting strange. It appeared that the potions had begun affecting the Prince and the maidens feared that he too would pass out on the floor. The evening suddenly took a dramatic turn for the worse as the Prince stumbled into his chamber and returned looking glassy eyed and scratching at his nose. Grabbing one of the maidens by the arm, he took her into his chamber and offered her a magical powder which he promised would blow her mind. She refused his offer and he responded by removing his trousers, sniffing some white fairy dust and offered it once again. The maiden was dumbfounded by the removal of the pants and in an attempt to appease the Prince and get away from him; she pretended to sniff the white leprechaun sprinkles. This got the Prince excited and he queried whether or not she would like to remove her pants. To which the fair maiden responded, “I’m wearing a dress” and ran away.

When the rest of the maidens heard her tale of woe, they decided it was time to leave. Upon which the Princes Nigerian soldiers informed them that they had to stay. The maidens woke the sleeping beauty from the floor and snuck away into the darkness. The Prince never saw them again.

One of the maidens, who was a stranger to the rest, remained behind and walked off hand in hand with the two Nigerian soldiers. “Oh yes, she’s is going to let them both fuck her at once” said her friend.

It’s a strange world.

Update: 3 May 2013. 
This actually happened. I was asked to organise a rent-a-crowd for an event, where a "prince" was visiting from the East. I wasn't allowed to talk about it, so I wrote it as if it were a story. I'm weird like that. It seemed ok, until the guy got a lil craycray. We left, unharmed. I later found out it was some random man who had a lot of money. Oh well.