Chapter • 97

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them.

The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly.

All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.

Prince charming? Any idiot who comes to think something like this might exist has certainly never had to deal with a real prince in his entire life.

Arrogant, selfish, a child who grew up to see the world in a unique way.

A prince could even be a human being, but he was also someone who would soon become king and as such, would have responsibilities. Too many responsibilities to waste time being kind and human.

I snitched.

It was annoying for mortals to see these tales as anything but bullshit, but... was it so different from the other