Plot D-The Twelve Dancing Princesses
Well, thanks to an extensive attack of real life, in the form of school and illness, this is not done.
HOWEVER.
I actually got words down on paper (processor?) this time, so I feel myself compelled to share them with you. Here is the first 500 words or so of the fic for Plot D, entitled The Twelve Dancing Princesses...er, Princes. I do hope you enjoy, and keep your eyes peeled for the rest!!
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived an old King. This king was much beloved by his subjects, as he was very fair and wise. However, the king was getting older, and knew that his time would soon pass. Fortunately, this king had several heirs, all of them good, strong, and capable of taking on the burden of ruling the country when their father passed away.
There was just one problem.
Every single last one of the princes, for that's what they were, twelve absolutely gorgeous men that were just too pretty to be allowed, did something every night that upset their father greatly.
Every morning, the king would go in to his sons' room and see piles of leather in tatters, boots with the soles worn out, and the twelve princes piled into two beds. Sometimes three.
It usually depended on who was fighting with who the day before.
As you can imagine, this tended to make the king a little cranky, and made him want to know where his sons had been to get their clothing in such a state. Usually ignoring the fact that his sons were obviously fucking each other stupid. It wasn't like they could get each othe rpregnant, after all, right? Right.
No, the king's name wasn't Cleopatra, but he sure was doing a good job of living in denial, wasn't he?
Anyway, the king would get more and more upset with every morning he found the boys clothings in tatters. This was no behavior of a king! He was going to have to do something about this. Really, he was going to have to do something. He just...had to figure out what.
So the king went to his wise woman one day, and bgged her to give him a clue as to what the hell his sons were doing. Or at least, some way to figure out what they were doing.
"O, my king, you will not like the answer," the woman said, shuffling about the room and adding things to a bowl, making...whatever it was wise women made.
"I don't care, I have to figure out who's going to rule the kingdom after me, and at the rate my sons are going right now, it's not going to be any of them," the king insisted, sitting down in a chair with a huff.
The wise woman raised an eyebrow in his general direction. "Well, if that's the way you feel about it...make an announcement. Anyone that wants to can try and figure out the princes' secret. Give them three days. If, after three days, they can provide you with an honest answer as to where the princes go every night, then they will be your heir. Allow them to marry whichever of your sons they should chose, and you'll have a competant heir for your kingdom."
The king stared at the wise woman. She was right. He didn't like that answer. However, he could feel the truth of her words, and knew that this would be the only way to gain a competant heir. "All right, I'll do it. Thank you. Er...I think." He didn't like the smirk on her face, and quickly made his exit. That woman was just creepy.
HOWEVER.
I actually got words down on paper (processor?) this time, so I feel myself compelled to share them with you. Here is the first 500 words or so of the fic for Plot D, entitled The Twelve Dancing Princesses...er, Princes. I do hope you enjoy, and keep your eyes peeled for the rest!!
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived an old King. This king was much beloved by his subjects, as he was very fair and wise. However, the king was getting older, and knew that his time would soon pass. Fortunately, this king had several heirs, all of them good, strong, and capable of taking on the burden of ruling the country when their father passed away.
There was just one problem.
Every single last one of the princes, for that's what they were, twelve absolutely gorgeous men that were just too pretty to be allowed, did something every night that upset their father greatly.
Every morning, the king would go in to his sons' room and see piles of leather in tatters, boots with the soles worn out, and the twelve princes piled into two beds. Sometimes three.
It usually depended on who was fighting with who the day before.
As you can imagine, this tended to make the king a little cranky, and made him want to know where his sons had been to get their clothing in such a state. Usually ignoring the fact that his sons were obviously fucking each other stupid. It wasn't like they could get each othe rpregnant, after all, right? Right.
No, the king's name wasn't Cleopatra, but he sure was doing a good job of living in denial, wasn't he?
Anyway, the king would get more and more upset with every morning he found the boys clothings in tatters. This was no behavior of a king! He was going to have to do something about this. Really, he was going to have to do something. He just...had to figure out what.
So the king went to his wise woman one day, and bgged her to give him a clue as to what the hell his sons were doing. Or at least, some way to figure out what they were doing.
"O, my king, you will not like the answer," the woman said, shuffling about the room and adding things to a bowl, making...whatever it was wise women made.
"I don't care, I have to figure out who's going to rule the kingdom after me, and at the rate my sons are going right now, it's not going to be any of them," the king insisted, sitting down in a chair with a huff.
The wise woman raised an eyebrow in his general direction. "Well, if that's the way you feel about it...make an announcement. Anyone that wants to can try and figure out the princes' secret. Give them three days. If, after three days, they can provide you with an honest answer as to where the princes go every night, then they will be your heir. Allow them to marry whichever of your sons they should chose, and you'll have a competant heir for your kingdom."
The king stared at the wise woman. She was right. He didn't like that answer. However, he could feel the truth of her words, and knew that this would be the only way to gain a competant heir. "All right, I'll do it. Thank you. Er...I think." He didn't like the smirk on her face, and quickly made his exit. That woman was just creepy.