A PRINCE'S TROUBLES (OR
THE NOT SO HAPPY PRINCE)
Anon
Once upon a time in a bleak and desolate land, slightly East of the last urban collonisation known to man, there lived a prince
Every day, and in every way he strove to be a better prince to his peoples, and it gave him immense pleasure in knowing that he was infact a nice person. Foreigners to the barron land would often remark, upon leaving "What a charming young prince; if only more princes could be as nice; if only more people were like him..."
As he went about his daily duties, often meeting the plebs and proles of his lands, he remained as cheery as ever, smiling and joking either at, or with, his kinsfolk. He would laugh, saying to them that they were the most futuristic and pioneering people in any principality that ever existed, knowing full well that they were the most backward and pre-historic of people's any prince could be a ruler of. (He discoverd this by meeting the folk from other principalities, primarily to the richer, more populated South, with places such as Bristolestershire, Londonesterville, and Milton Keynes). However, he still remained upbeat and as cheery as ever to his people, the happy ruler over the Barren Land and the Vale of Hawkshire.
However, there remained a twist to such a beautiful story of a happy princes' life. The close councillors to the prince had a different story, and a tale of woe to tell. The prince, from a very early age, had a huge amount of discomfort and strife throughout his life. The family was riddled with problems that were fundamental to the very core. A bitter feuding had always been. Families past and present experienced it. His uncle, Marquis of Ribston, had also found it too much to take, and so, morbidly removed himself from the population. The said prince looked set to be heading in much the same direction.
There existed within the female side a said "faulty" gene running throughout the system. (Historians of the present and much later on, would compare this gene to the unfortunate gene that had riddled the Roessian royalty in the era before the famous revolution). It was this gene that was to rip the family apart.
Due to this gene the prince led a very sad and lonely life at heart, and often cried relentlessly for days when left to solitude. Crying and praying for and end to the torment. Hoping that his number would sooner or later come up from the lottery of life. The day never seemed to come.
One day there came an unveiling of a plot, while he was out and about on his daily royal duties. The plot sent him into a spiralling depression, not seen ever before by anyone round him that knew the truth about the prince. A plot had been discovered to drive the prince from the land in which he ruled, never to return. It puzzled him immensly as to why his nemesis-esque sister would do such a thing, but he suspected it was a ploy for her to take complete control over the whole principality.
The prince was much disturbed, and he decided that there was only one option open to him, to expose the family secrets, and end the long standing animosity, and let the world in on the secret. He had already lost the sister whom he loved very much, she too had been pushed out of the family "nest", and he was not going to go the same way, he was not going to leave his land never to return.
And so with no-one to turn to, due to his close circle of advisors away on long term courses on how to advise, the prince had no one to turn to in his hour of need, and so he turned the gun upon himself one sad and lonely day, and blew the lid off of the family cupboard.