He urges the horse to go faster.
So that he may come face to face with the girl
Of his dreams.
The princess in the tower
Would soon be his.

As he climbs the stairs
He can’t help but grin,
For he knows that
Once he rescues her,
She’ll forever be his.

He opens the door to
Her bedroom.
To see someone asleep in the bed,
Cut off by a thin canopy veil curtain,
Off the lightest of blues.

He pushes the curtain aside
And softly calls her name.
She wakes with a start,
And stares up at him,
Eyes fill with shock.

Then those deep green eyes fill with rage.
She kicks him in the shin,
And as he falls to his knees, she
Kicks him in the face
And smiles at the sound of a crunch.

Listen to me she says,
I don’t like it when people trespass.
Prince or not, this
Is my home, and
Your not welcome.

He looks at her
Breathtakingly beautiful face.
How could one so angelic,
Be filled with
Such malice?

I’ll give you one warning,
Her bell like voice drips with venom.
Leave and don’t come back,
For I’m not some
Damsel in distress.