“What are you doing?” the healer interrupted.
“I’m writing a story. What do you think I’m doing?!” the princess smirked. “I know you think I’m a witch, but I’m not. I’m just a girl looking for my happy ending. If I want it to begin with a rainy night in Dusseldorf, then so be it.” She flipped her golden locks over her shoulder. It rippled down her back in a frenzy of spongy curls. Amusement drifted across the healer’s face.
Boing! he thought. It was what he always thought but would get so caught up in the princess’s attitude that he’d forget to tweak on one. Where he came from hair was jet black, course, thick, and straight. Heated irons were needed to create what was natural to the princess.
She caught him looking at her. Even with the new beauty mark and the more obvious crook in her nose, she was still beautiful. “Oh, stop staring. YOU did this. You don’t get to act as if it’s the most hideous thing you’ve ever seen.” Her eyes flicked to her vanity where her mirror sat covered with a thick black cloth. She took in a breath of air, letting her chest swell with it, before releasing it. She needed to see her parents but the healer kept them away. If she were turning something beautiful into something ugly, she’d keep the parents away too.
I don’t deserve this. It isn’t fair. She thought.
She walked to the bed and sat down, her chin resting on her chest, her lips drawn down in a pout. The healer sighed. He had one more day to work his magic and the king’s test would be done. Someone else would get a chance to win the princess’s heart. He couldn’t let that happen. As her beauty on the outside dimmed, her beauty on the inside shined. He moved across the room and stood before her. With his index finger, he pulled her chin up and looked her in the eyes.
“It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf…and?” he asked.
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