Story of Pierrot--Chapter one
Title: Pierrot Chapter 1
Characters: Pierrot, Weave Princess, Jorge
Pierrot is a jerk, gets cursed, and Jorge has a good laugh about it all.
Once upon a time, in an old kingdom, lived a very insensitive prince; a very pretty, insensitive prince, who liked to loudly talk of others and be unkind to people. His name was Prince Pierrot, and he had locks of spun bronze, curled around his jaw, and a golden circlet that bore webs of golden filigree flowers that sat upon his brow-it was a marvelous thing, indeed. His eyes were the color of the ocean on a fine sunny day, and they glimmered like the flecks of lapis-lazuli inlaid in his crown.
Prince Pierrot was a pretty prince indeed, which is why he was so greatly sought out from kingdoms near and far. Every princess dreamed of marrying our dear Prince and becoming his queen. Unfortunately, when his debut was announced and princesses flocked to our Prince’s kingdom-they soon learned that all was not as it seemed.
Although the Prince had a smile that would melt even the coldest hearts-and though every one of his sparkling white teeth stood straight in a row-the things that came from his mouth were no kinder than words from an wrinkled old man.
The first princess who came to the castle was very lovely. She had a pale moon of a face, and long, chestnut hair that fell down her shoulders in soft curls. Her one flaw was that her eyes were mismatched. One was blue and one was brown.
“Take her away.” He said loudly across the hall. “What, will she bear me mismatched children as well? One brown and one white?” At his comment, the entire Great Hall--adorned for celebration-erupted in laughter.
The next maid was not as fair, but her words were as flowery as the circlet of orchids in her hair. She spoke very well, but it was soon apparent that the princess was smarter than the Prince.
“I will not have it.” His voice rang around the hall. “I shall wake one morning and she will have supplanted my throne. I need an intelligent woman like I need a thorn in my side.”
The second princess was led from the hall, fuming, as the Great Hall once again laughed gaily.
The third princess however was the most beautiful, to be sure. Her sad, navy blue eyes were shaped like yawning half-moons, and her skin was as white as rice paper. Her raven hair was the longest of all three, and straight as a pin down one shoulder. This princess had a blue iris in her hair, and silks of all colors that swathed her in shining ribbons of blue, gold and white. As she entered in, her head bowed, the Great Hall quieted in presence of her beauty.
“This shall be the one.” The King said quietly to his wife.
“They say that she is from the farthest reaches of the world.” said a court lady.
“I heard talk that her kingdom stands on the world’s tallest mountain.” said the court jester.
“I heard that she rode a dragon here instead of a horse.” said a lord, who was not a jester, but a fool all the same.
All eyes were on the Prince now, and the radiant maiden before him.
“M-my l-lord.” She said, head bowed low to her chest. She kneeled below the golden dais, pressing her palms to the floor.
“Stand my lady.” Prince Pierrot said, lowering a graceful, jeweled hand to help her stand.
“Th-thank y-y-you, my l-lord.”
Everyone in The Great Hall sucked in a breath of horror, waiting for the Prince’s reaction.
“Why do you speak so strangely, my lady?” He asked her softly, her hand poised on his own.
“Wh-why my l-lord, it h-happens when I-I am nervous.” She answered demurely.
“Then let me ask you a question, my lady.” He leered at the lords and ladies who had assembled in the Great Hall, and turned the princess to face all of them.
“How can I wed a Queen who s-s-stutters all the time?”
A great cry went up from the Great Hall, and the third princess was led away. Almost halfway down the length of the hall, the maiden ripped herself from the grasps of the Prince’s guards and turned to the Prince himself.
A frightening look crossed her face, and the assembled lords and ladies started to tremble with fear.
“A c-c-cruel P-prince you are, Pierrot! I c-curse you, and you shall h-have neither your voice n-nor your t-t-tears, as you have taken them from m-me!” Thunder cracked o’erhead, and a wind began to lick at her ankles, raising her silks to writhe like snakes about her. Her entire countenance then had changed, from lovely to very terrifying!
After she uttered her words, both Prince Pierrot and the princess disappeared in a wisp of violet smoke, and the only thing that remained of the two was the maid’s blue iris from her raven hair.
For seven days and seven nights, it was said that Prince Pierrot’s Queen mother wept in mourning for her missing son. It was said that for seven days and seven nights, Pierrot’s King father hunted through the Royal Forest for signs of his heir.
Alas, the efforts were to no avail. Neither the sorceress princess was found nor the Prince. After a time, the King and Queen were forced to resign themselves to arrange the younger prince’s debut and name the younger Prince Jorge, the temporary heir until Pierrot was found.
Prince Jorge, however, was neither winsome nor elegant, and was known only for the boils on his face and his poor state of health. It was said that when he discovered that his elder brother, Pierrot was missing, an unearthly cackle went up from his chambers, followed by a spectacular coughing fit.
Characters: Pierrot, Weave Princess, Jorge
Pierrot is a jerk, gets cursed, and Jorge has a good laugh about it all.
Once upon a time, in an old kingdom, lived a very insensitive prince; a very pretty, insensitive prince, who liked to loudly talk of others and be unkind to people. His name was Prince Pierrot, and he had locks of spun bronze, curled around his jaw, and a golden circlet that bore webs of golden filigree flowers that sat upon his brow-it was a marvelous thing, indeed. His eyes were the color of the ocean on a fine sunny day, and they glimmered like the flecks of lapis-lazuli inlaid in his crown.
Prince Pierrot was a pretty prince indeed, which is why he was so greatly sought out from kingdoms near and far. Every princess dreamed of marrying our dear Prince and becoming his queen. Unfortunately, when his debut was announced and princesses flocked to our Prince’s kingdom-they soon learned that all was not as it seemed.
Although the Prince had a smile that would melt even the coldest hearts-and though every one of his sparkling white teeth stood straight in a row-the things that came from his mouth were no kinder than words from an wrinkled old man.
The first princess who came to the castle was very lovely. She had a pale moon of a face, and long, chestnut hair that fell down her shoulders in soft curls. Her one flaw was that her eyes were mismatched. One was blue and one was brown.
“Take her away.” He said loudly across the hall. “What, will she bear me mismatched children as well? One brown and one white?” At his comment, the entire Great Hall--adorned for celebration-erupted in laughter.
The next maid was not as fair, but her words were as flowery as the circlet of orchids in her hair. She spoke very well, but it was soon apparent that the princess was smarter than the Prince.
“I will not have it.” His voice rang around the hall. “I shall wake one morning and she will have supplanted my throne. I need an intelligent woman like I need a thorn in my side.”
The second princess was led from the hall, fuming, as the Great Hall once again laughed gaily.
The third princess however was the most beautiful, to be sure. Her sad, navy blue eyes were shaped like yawning half-moons, and her skin was as white as rice paper. Her raven hair was the longest of all three, and straight as a pin down one shoulder. This princess had a blue iris in her hair, and silks of all colors that swathed her in shining ribbons of blue, gold and white. As she entered in, her head bowed, the Great Hall quieted in presence of her beauty.
“This shall be the one.” The King said quietly to his wife.
“They say that she is from the farthest reaches of the world.” said a court lady.
“I heard talk that her kingdom stands on the world’s tallest mountain.” said the court jester.
“I heard that she rode a dragon here instead of a horse.” said a lord, who was not a jester, but a fool all the same.
All eyes were on the Prince now, and the radiant maiden before him.
“M-my l-lord.” She said, head bowed low to her chest. She kneeled below the golden dais, pressing her palms to the floor.
“Stand my lady.” Prince Pierrot said, lowering a graceful, jeweled hand to help her stand.
“Th-thank y-y-you, my l-lord.”
Everyone in The Great Hall sucked in a breath of horror, waiting for the Prince’s reaction.
“Why do you speak so strangely, my lady?” He asked her softly, her hand poised on his own.
“Wh-why my l-lord, it h-happens when I-I am nervous.” She answered demurely.
“Then let me ask you a question, my lady.” He leered at the lords and ladies who had assembled in the Great Hall, and turned the princess to face all of them.
“How can I wed a Queen who s-s-stutters all the time?”
A great cry went up from the Great Hall, and the third princess was led away. Almost halfway down the length of the hall, the maiden ripped herself from the grasps of the Prince’s guards and turned to the Prince himself.
A frightening look crossed her face, and the assembled lords and ladies started to tremble with fear.
“A c-c-cruel P-prince you are, Pierrot! I c-curse you, and you shall h-have neither your voice n-nor your t-t-tears, as you have taken them from m-me!” Thunder cracked o’erhead, and a wind began to lick at her ankles, raising her silks to writhe like snakes about her. Her entire countenance then had changed, from lovely to very terrifying!
After she uttered her words, both Prince Pierrot and the princess disappeared in a wisp of violet smoke, and the only thing that remained of the two was the maid’s blue iris from her raven hair.
For seven days and seven nights, it was said that Prince Pierrot’s Queen mother wept in mourning for her missing son. It was said that for seven days and seven nights, Pierrot’s King father hunted through the Royal Forest for signs of his heir.
Alas, the efforts were to no avail. Neither the sorceress princess was found nor the Prince. After a time, the King and Queen were forced to resign themselves to arrange the younger prince’s debut and name the younger Prince Jorge, the temporary heir until Pierrot was found.
Prince Jorge, however, was neither winsome nor elegant, and was known only for the boils on his face and his poor state of health. It was said that when he discovered that his elder brother, Pierrot was missing, an unearthly cackle went up from his chambers, followed by a spectacular coughing fit.