A little Rumple for your weekend.
A classic. If only for holding to true Grimm form by offering up a cast of horrible characters.
They're all detestable, through and through:
The girl who wails without reason. Just shut up already.
The father who claims falsely that his crying daughter can spin gold from flax.
The king who not only carts off the miserable kid, but locks her away with an injunction to spin and marry his son, or keep weeping and die after three days.
The son who--let's face it--has no better prospect than to be married off to some semi-attractive street urchin.
And the bargaining Rumple himself. Though what the offspring of two such ill-favored parents could have to offer the linseed alchemist, I'll never know. Perhaps doughy half-royals are an essential ingredient in the whole conversion process.
That or they make for good sport.
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