Dancing Princess Turns Into Stone Queen -- Part 6
Like many a silly man, the king
Dies a dull, sudden death.
As soon as the old soldier is king,
He throws the eleven princesses
And their princes in jail. Each flung
To the most remote corners of his kingdom.
He has the bride-to-be dressed in
A stifling corset, buried in layers of
Brocade and velvet. Her hair tied up
Behind her neck,
Her movements constrained
By tiny glass slippers. Her eyes,
Swollen with crying, covered with
A white veil.
For all she feels, it may well be
As black as death.
Her prince is nowhere to be found.
In vain, she scans the crowds on
Her wedding day.