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Villains Don’t Do Happy Endings
Let’s start over from the beginning.
There’s a painting that sits front and center in the Golden Castle at the heart of Fairyland. It shows a prince and princess, gazing into each other’s eyes, their hands entwined in the universal equivalent of unity and love. She is golden while he is adorned in crimson, and together they burn with a passion the likes of which ballads are made and sung. Only one stroke of midnight more, and they would kiss, breaking the curse and banishing the evil and ending a reign of shadows.
It’s all so very nauseating, isn’t it?
I barely made it through that spiel, and I was alive for a thousand years before Fairyland even took its first breath of a forever spring. My sisters and I foresaw the strands of fate long before the Fae were spun from the tides of the ocean, the breezes through the trees, the dirt of the earth, and the flames of an eternal fire. Afterward — well, they weaved the magic that you know now.
Or they did — before the rivers of magic began to dry up drop by drop.
That prince and princess? They became the hope of a dying race. Their love could move worlds, open doors to other realms, and usher in a new era of prosperity. Of course you should want them to succeed and see their happy ending secured — hook, line, sinker.
