Gather 'round, children, and I will tell you another story.

This one, I might have told before. For it is a true story, remember that. The tale of the Imp, the Witch, and the Wedding.

Once, not very long ago, there was a ribbon imp. Now, you all know that every ribbon imp has their favorite shape to take when they aren't in flight; this one's was a young girl. Her favorite place to play and cause mischief was the Capital Castle, for not even the king's guards can catch a ribbon imp.

Eh? Why's that? Well, ribbons imps can... Ah, it's not too important right now. I'll tell you afterwards.

Anyways - as hard to believe as this may be, the imp struck up quite a friendship with the princess herself. Yes, the same princess who is the queen today, though she was but a child at the time. She would slip into the princess' quarters at night, through the window and past the guards. One would tell stories of the streets and city outside the castle, and the other, stories of the extravagant palaces and lands outside the capital.

How did she sneak int- Have none of you seen a ribbon imp before? Alright, fine. I will tell you. They are as their name says, ribbons of magic, able to float on the breeze, and slip under doors, and right into windows. Yes, I've seen one. Like I said, this is a true story.

Now. The imp and the princess were friends for years, all the way through the princess growing up, changing from a girl to a young lady. And, as is the custom for princesses, a husband was to be chosen for her. A prince from another land, to create an alliance through their marriage. The imp did not understand this. How, she asked one evening, can you marry a man you do not love? You have not even met him. But, the princess was adamant, telling her it was her duty. Perhaps she will not love the prince, but their marriage will bring great prosperity to the Capital and its people. The imp was unhappy with her answer, but accepted.

Until she saw the prince.

The first meeting of the couple was a grand affair, but everything in the Castle is a grand affair. No, I've never been to the Castle; I wish I could, for that would mean I am royalty! Anyhow, it was a grand affair, this meeting. The prince was handsome and courteous, and all foresaw a beneficial marriage. Except the imp. From her hiding place in the castle's rafters, she could see through the prince's illusion for what he really was: a hideous witch in disguise.

The imp was horrified. Every one of the humans below - even the tailors and the seers - were tricked by her magic, and saw only a prince.

That night, in a shaky voice, she told the princess what she saw. But... The princess did not believe her. You are jealous, the princess said. You are afraid we will not be friends anymore. The prince is a prince, and I will marry him.

Furious, the imp fled in tears. She knew what she saw, even if nobody else did. She did not return until the day of the wedding.

This, like all weddings, was held under the narrowest crescent moon, when magic is the nearest. Everyone present were the royalty and knights of both lands, dressed in their finest. The only uninvited guest was the imp, hiding far above, as she always has.

After the bride and groom walked down the aisle, and the High Tailor was about to tie the knot, the imp dropped down - like this, from above, see? - she dropped down on the prince, determined to cut the witch's illusion away and expose her for what she is.

...cut it with what? Why, her scissors, of course. Every demon has their own pair of scissors. Anyhow, she dropped upon the prince with her scissors, to cut the illusion off.

But when she did, all she had to cut was clothes and skin. This prince was not a witch, but a real human, and the prince from the other kingdom. All she accomplished was ruining his suit, and making him bleed, only a little.

The crowd was appalled, but none were appalled more than the princess herself. The imp fled in even more tears than before, with the guards - and the princess' shouts - chasing her out.

Nobody knows where the imp went, or the witch she saw. Perhaps she hid out of shame - but I think she is still about, making mischief in the way imps so love.

The prince and the princess? They're the king and queen of the Capital, today. I told you all, this is a true story. Now, I would never say that our king is a witch in disguise. Only that nobody knows for sure.

But, even if it is true, it is but a story. Come, I think dinner is ready.

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OOC

Hello, welcome to my profile!

I'm more interested in room play than PMs, so come hang out in Struggleville sometime to RP! Don't be afraid to pitch me your story ideas, though.

While I won't just outright make a whole profile for you, I'm always happy to answer coding questions.

Not interested in smut. Romance is unlikely, but not out of the question.

Looking forward to writing stories with you!