InsaneJournal

narrative: some day my prince will come
"She's a very lovely girl. Hair as red as fire, skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood... wait, no. Sorry. I'm mixing them up now." It was awfully hard to keep things straight, after all, given the fact that she had two sleeping princesses on her hands. And that wasn't even counting the bestial princes, with whom she didn't even know where to start. Things had certainly changed in the Savage Lands since the Queen of Hearts had usurped the throne. Oh how she longed for the days when her most challenging task was simple transfiguration and enchantment. She rather missed turning wolves into men and making brooms sweep floors themselves. "Briar Rose is the most beautiful girl in all the world, she has the wit of an angel, moves with the most wonderful grace..." The fairy godmother trailed off when she realised the prince looked even less impressed than he had when she'd first pitched the idea to him. Clearly she was going about this all wrong.

Dropping down onto the ground beside him, she looked imploringly at the admittedly rather plain, perhaps even ugly, prince. "Look, all you have to do is kiss her. I won't even hold you to a betrothal. I promise." There was a long pause, and the fairy godmother thought for a few seconds that she might actually have found the one, and then the silence was broken by a 'ribbit'. Followed by a rather strange throaty sound.

"Oh. You really are just a frog aren't you?" she said mournfully.