My Crown Princess Short Story

A severe and proud dame she was, bestowing every day in dressing herself neat as much time as any of the gentry of the land: powdering her hair, and painting her face, going with necklaces, with jewels in her ears, and bracelets upon her hands. When she had dressed herself, her work was to make girdles of wampum and beads.

Then she opened her eyes, and the steady streams of light had transformed themselves into hundreds, thousands, or even millions of dancing motes. They floated through the air and danced around her as if they possessed life of their own, waltzing along with the melody that pierced the curtain of darkness. She felt compelled to reach out to grab one, but knew they were better left undisturbed, like the dances of fireflies she used to watch as a child. One step and the beauty would be scattered.

When Maude entered it took all of Ginny's strength not to gasp. It was a dark red dress that almost appeared as if someone had dunked it in red wine.The dress was adorned with lace white flowers up and down the middle of the front and the bodice, as well as the sleeves. It was absolutely and utterly hideous. All the dress accomplished was making Maude's large frame protruding mole seem to protrude even more. Ginny wondered if Maude even noticed that mole, because it seemed to have no affect on her mood whatsoever.

“Oops, sorry. I didn’t see you there,” stammered d0pe, who was just noticing how beautiful the princess was, “You’re really beautiful.”

Once upon a time, in a place between worlds where time and space held no meaning, three cloaked figures congregated to conspire against their most abhorred enemy, love. Each of these figures were each an embodiment of one aspect of evil and darkness. They went by the infamous monikers Jealousy, Greed, and Hatred. They surveyed the world, deciding where they would cause mischief next and their cruel attention turned upon the life of Princess Elizabeth and the abusive abominable excuse for a human being who happened to be her husband, Solomon.

Historical fictions have become a way for modern readers to connect with a time long since gone, in a format that stirs their passion for the romanticized depictions created on the pages. Hayden White notes that, “historical discourse wages everything on the true, while fictional discourse is interested in the real—which it approaches by way of an effort to fill out the domain of the possible or imaginable” (White 147). This essay will articulate an analysis of the narrative structure of Maxine Shore’s The Captive Princess, along with the character development of the protagonist Princess Gwladys Ruffyd, the antagonist, the Holy Roman Emperor Claudius, and the motivations behind some of their more notable characteristics.

As if the dresses weren’t enough, they accessorized with ivory colored silk gloves that went up to their elbows, nice hats, high heels, jewelry, and satchels. Could you imagine how uncomfortable our ancestors must have felt?

“Now she is placing the rhinestone tiara on her head before the mirror of the dressing-table and murmuring excitedly as if to a group of spectral admirers” (Williams 1226).

It’s officially been two days since I’ve last spoken to Zach. There was no doubt in my mind that he was avoiding me at all costs since my failed confrontation with him. Our parents came back from their business trip last night and took notice. It wasn’t hard since every time we were forced to be in the same place together, we’d glower at each other and then act like the other isn’t there. They were lucky that looks couldn’t kill or else they would’ve been dead two dinners ago.

The way I see things is that the Semi-Barbaric Princess led her lover to the door where the tiger is behind. The story quotes “She loved him with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong” but the story also quotes “This love affair moved on happily for many months.” owing to the fact that the relationship has only been going on for a few months I don’t think that the princess would do anything for her lover, especially if that means giving him up so that he can live happily with someone she deceives. The princess knew which door was which and she was jealous of the lady behind one of the doors. The story says this about the lady “It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth… And the princess hated her.” The princess disliked the girl behind the door, so if she led her lover to her and watched them get married, it would hurt her. The story also quotes, “Often had she seen, or imagined that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances were perceived, and even returned. Now she had seen them talking together.” This quote shows that the princess was a little jealous of the lady because she believes that her lover and the lady had been exchanging glances back and

The low-­cut bodice of the woman’s enormous, trailing gown was made of pale green silk, its waist ending in a deep V shape. Her draping sleeves gently brushed the floating skirt as she walked. The skirt was made up of countless layers, decorated with ropes of green fabric and processions of pink roses. The lady’s powdered white hair rose in an elaborate tower above her head, only letting a few corkscrew curls fall down to her

In front of this display is a set of elegantly handcrafted table and chairs. The craftsmanship of these wooden structures are shown through the carvings of deep love. Thick silver runners line the tables with skinny pink runners on top. The pink is shy like the bride herself. Soft and suppressed the pink may not be noticed right away, but once discovered the color cannot be denied of its quiet beauty. In the middle of each runner stands a tower vase. The tower is tall and lanky, thick glass twirling around itself into a tree that blooms with more baby scented Wisteria. Strands of diamonds hang from the bouquets twinkling like the bride's eyes when she sees her love at the altar. Medium square glass vases hold more pearls with silken pink roses. Votives with tea lights cast dancing shadows and expel the boxed scent of “passion”. To the far left of the dining setup is a waterfall backdrop secluding the area. The event seems more personal, just how the bride likes to be with everyone she meets. Across on the other side is a black cast iron arch with more braided wisteria flowers and pink roses. A Chanel fabric wraps around the bottom of the arch smoothing off the hard metal. The look is uniform and

Her usual dressing is a purple maid dress with a white apron, thigh high stockings, Mary Janes, and a maid cap to match. She also ties her hair in a braid with an indigo ribbon.

“All of my life, I have been shadowed by your achievements. You were always better at everything and were Mom and Dad’s favourite child . . . but that’s gonna change soon,” he

"We don 't feel like we belong in either family," my granddaughter said, the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.