Once upon a time there was a Prince and a Princess.
Some time ago the Prince had rescued the Princess when all other Princes had failed to see her, and they fell in love.
After a year the Prince asked the Princess to move in with him. She loved him, so she did. A year after that the Princess moved to another Kingdom and asked the Prince to join her. Her loved her, so he did.
At one point the Princess’s Hairy Godmother gave her a fabulous haircut (the Princess feels like it’s important that you know she beat Katie Holmes to the fabulous haircut) but the Prince didn’t think much of it, and as his opinion was the most important she reluctantly grew it out.
The years passed.
Sometimes the Princess worried that her Happily Ever After (which, of course, entailed buying a Castle, having a Royal Wedding, and then babies) didn’t seem to be getting any closer, but mostly she was happy to sit back and watch the world turn.
Then, nearly nine years after the Prince had met the Princess he had a startling revelation.
He was in the wrong Fairytale.
The Prince’s Happily Ever After didn’t have a Castle, a Royal Wedding or babies. His Fairytale Princess was the kind of woman who preferred slaying Dragons (and Zombies) to wandering the Palace Gardens or baking cakes in the kitchens. He didn’t even like cake!
They decided to part.
The Princess was resigning herself to invisibility once again when it occurred to her: Just because she didn’t belong with this particular Prince, didn’t mean there wasn’t another Prince out there. Maybe one who actually enjoyed troubadors and painters, and one who had time to sit down in the evenings and simply talk to her about everything and nothing, rather than rushing off to slay Dragons (and Zombies) into the wee small hours.
This Prince hadn’t liked the Hairy Godmother’s haircut, but maybe the next one would.
So she went back to her Hairy Godmother with a special request….