Being wicked wasn’t as bad as the fairy tales suggested, Honoresta thought dangerously. After all, she treated Pansy well enough. She fed her one meal of cold porridge once a day, allowed her to spend time outside once a month and only told her how much she despised her once a week. Everyone knew the little princess was special, and Honoresta had nothing against this, except everything. In fact, the wicked queen spent every waking moment obsessing over how to get rid of her without anyone important finding out. Today, she laid out her detailed map of the Woods of Darkness. Yes, she thought with intense malice, no one would ever expect pretty Pansy to get lost in this labyrinthine place. After all, no self-respecting princess would ever venture into the woods alone. Trees, trees and more trees. Who needed them? And don’t ever forget those disgustingly cute little woodland creatures that infested the area. Yuck. Nothing could be more vile than their sickeningly sweet faces. Honoresta hastily picked up a black magic marker from the small wooden table to her left and got to work. First of all, she’d circle the location of the ambush. Then she traced the trail leading to the Cave of Beastly Things. Later on, she’d give a copy of the map to the woodcutter. He knows what to do…
“La la laaaaa! Today’s the best day ever, as every day is.” Pansy set the hand mirror on top of the old tree stump and ran her dainty fingers through her soft, curly hair. Today, a headband made of the reddest fabric roses held her short, black locks in place. Her dress was something all peasants wore, except more beautiful. The reason for this was that her favorite uncle gave it to her for her birthday. He’d spent a fortune to pay the most skilled seamstress in the land to make the golden yellow wasteline, skirt of the deepest sea blue and romantic persimmon bodice. She’d been discreetly watching Prince Percy for a few days now and felt confident he would fall in love with her. Pansy spun around three times in excitement as three bluebirds flew happily in a halo around her head. She then plopped down into the meadow grass and sighed.
Meanwhile, Honoresta was watching Pansy’s graceful, albeit revolting, dance in her bland crystal ball. She smiled darkly and laughed with absolute detestation. Princesses are a real drag through the woods. Besides being dull, they’re as beautiful as a spring rain. The best thing about them is they lack wit and cunning. Which is something I have in spades, she told herself nastily, ha ha haaaa! No one will miss my pretty Pansy when I’m done with her! She waved her long, gnarled fingers over the nondescript crystal ball and hastily made her way across the room to the door of the top of the castle tower. The cruel woman opened it then took a clumsy step towards the circular stairway, only to trip over her plum colored gown. As she fell, she laughed wickedly, and grabbed the banister railing with the strength of an olympic athlete. “Not this time,” declared the black-hearted queen as she stopped her own fall to impending doom. She stood up and dusted off her long gown. Then she slowly and deliberately walked downstairs with her head held high. But, she tripped over her pointy high heels and fell again. This time, Honoresta the wicked queen continued to fall to her doom all the way to the bottom of the tall staircase. Fortunately, no one heard her furious scream as she toppled head over feet and hit the stairs repeatedly.
There was no funeral fit for a queen since no one could stand Honoresta’s corrupt ways. So they left her where she was for a long, long time until a few years passed. This is when Friedman the castle janitor was on the night shift. He swept up the dead body in the darkness and, with all his might, threw it over a nearby cliff. This time, there were no screams. The only sound was the distant singing of Pansy the princess and her beloved Prince Percy.
Moral of the Story: Don’t hold your head too high in pride, or you might not be able to see where you’re going and fall to your death.