Allerleirauh
As a child I listen to many Fairy-Tales my father told me. The one that disturbed me most was All-Kinds-of-Fur by the Brothers Grimm:
When the king's daughter saw that there was no more hope to change her father's mind, she made the decision to run away. During the night, while everyone was asleep, she got up and took three things from among her valuables: a golden ring, a little golden spinning wheel, and a little golden reel. She put the three dresses from the sun, moon, and stars into a nutshell, put on the cloak of all kinds of fur, blackened her hands and face with soot. Then surrendering herself to God, she set forth. She walked the entire night until she came to a great forest. Being tired, she sat down in a hollow tree and fell asleep.
1989 I went away from home. My father went mad when I did this, I was his most beloved and he wanted me to stay by his side forever. It was a hard fight for both of us. At the end he died.
All-Kinds-of-Fur lived there miserable for a long time. Oh, you beautiful princess, what will become of you?
After I left home I became ill. Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love, Fiona Apple sings.
With my father's death I began to recover. I fooled around with men, always on the run, when it became time to take off the gloves. A flight animal, Allerleirauh.
And while he was dancing he placed a golden ring on her finger, without her noticing it. [...]
He seized her by the hand and held her fast. As she attempted to free herself and run away, her fur cloak opened a little, and the dress of stars glistened out. The king grabbed the cloak and tore it off. Her golden hair appeared, and she stood there in full splendor, no longer able to hide. And after she had wiped the soot and ashes from her face, she was more beautiful than anyone who had ever been seen on earth.
Der König aber sprach 'Du bist meine liebe Braut, und wir scheiden nimmermehr von einander'.
They are the king. They are always the king.
So the princess flees. Happily until they died.