For this challenge I decided to reverse the roles of the prince and the princess and re tell the story from one of the other main character’ s point of view.
To say that I was disgruntled is an understatement! There I was developing nicely in the nursery garden, my lovely green sweetness ripening, when I was plucked, nay tweaked, twisted, tugged, and pulled out of my cosy bed just to be swept away into the dark gloomy room of the palace kitchen. I left behind the light bright sunshine and my fellow bed-mates.
Once inside I was washed, swirled, twirled nay whirled around under a stream, gush, nay torrent, of icy cold water.
“Would this torture never end?” I agonised, as my round plumpness began to swell. I was placed onto a cloth and laid out in all my nakedness for all to see. There were quite of few of us I must say, drying off in the confines of the steamy kitchen. I had given up all hope and was just about ready to expire when suddenly, there she was!
The most brilliant light in the world. A mess of golden curls, blue piercing eyes like dewdrops from lavender bluebells. She glided over the roughhewn cobblestones bringing magic and breathlessness with her. She paused and elegantly bent over the dazzling array of green and then quite unexpectedly, she clapped her delicate porcelain hands together and squealed with joy.
“Oh, this is the one I must have!” she said, her voice tinkling with moonbeams across the crowded kitchen. Suddenly, there was hustle and a bustle as favoured underlings hurried, nay scurried, to do her bidding. I had been given the honour of being selected to accompany this vision of ethereal beauty out of the dismal, dingy abode. I was placed reverently into a golden bowl and raised, lifted, nay elevated up and carried with all pomp and ceremony out of the kitchen towards my destiny.
I shivered, quivered, nay vibrated with joy and excitement as I was transferred to my lovely’s apartments. They were sumptuous, luxurious, and here I was to remain. My princess spoke again and as she tenderly caressed me, her gentle hands stroked, and her sweet breath hovered over me. She lay me down inside a soft hollow of warmth.
“Night, night, my saviour!” she whispered. “Please do your job well.”
And as I relaxed and basked in her afterglow, I felt the first sense of fear, as a heavy cloud descended over me, locking out the light. I was stilled, subdued nay banished into a grey world which deepened as heavier and heavier clouds were loaded nay heaved upon my fragile spherical body until all the doom and gloom in the world shrouded my existence.
It was quiet and I could hear muffled sounds from up above. Time passed slowly but every now and then I could hear her charming voice and my spirits were raised but then to my utter dismay, there came the first night of pounding. I could hardly breath, as above me, the clouds, turned, twisted, nay rumbled making my body swell and roll as I tried desperately to dislodge the heavy weight which had trapped me and held me down. I was uncomfortable so I spun, somersaulted, jiggled, and wriggled until the weight lifted and I could breather again.
Time after time this happened until I had been flattened, crumpled nay squashed, and crushed. My soft green skin was bruised and battered. I ached with the nightly strain.
Fortunately, a glimmer of hope occurred. My love had once more visited the bedroom and had sat on top of the topmost cloud. Her voice was still pretty and sweet and she laughed. However, she left quickly, and I prepared myself for another night of terror.
But lo and behold fairy godmothers do exist in this world of ours, and mine had finally woken up. The lightest of touches hit the clouds, and this continued all night long. Not once was there a time when I felt the weight bear down on me. A stillness so pure and righteous filled my sleep and in the morning, lo and behold once more the tinkling laughter of my beloved could be heard.
I waited and waited in aching anticipation and then finally, the clouds lifted, from me revealing a blinding light as sunshine filtered through the windows of the bed chamber.
There was my vison! My loveliness! My princess! Standing tall, aglow in the rainbow light. All my frustration, my aches, my pains simply vanished in her saintly presence.
“Take it away!” she commanded, and I was rewarded by the sight of the heavy clouds being disassembled and carried out of the bedchamber. A deep yet melodious baritone reminded me that there was another person accompanying my beloved. Laugher filled the room. I was happy, nay elated when I was picked up and held close to by beauty’s lips.
And then with a wave of her delicate hand, she tossed, threw, nay, flung me into the arms of a waiting servant. I was taken from her forever, creased, crinkled nay wrinkled. My lustrous green shine had disappeared, and an over ripe, crusty craggy brownness had taken its place.
I was discarded later that day and fell, tumbled, plunged nay, plummeted into the pig slop bucket forever to be forgotten, until one day I would be immortalized by Hans Christian Andersen in one of his classic fairy stories but that is something you will have to wait for!