A long time ago, there was a princess who was passing fair. But her pride outstripped her beauty to the detriment of the land. The Sun turned green at seeing her. The dairyland clouds curdled in response. Dragons arrived in greedy droves. The country turned under her growing legend, sucking in draughts of hopeful air, sending out streams of sour disappointment. Before long, the golden plates were all empty. The environment could sustain only the most rancid of beasts and the only suitors that came were the bogmen, the waterstriders, and the lines and lines of persistent frogs.
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