Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess locked up a tower. She wasn't for want of anything except company. Every day, she'd sit and sigh out her window, watching the villagers pass by. Until one day, she determined to make herself a friend. She watched, and she watched. Nobody caught her eye. Her friend had to be special, she thought. There! She'd picked out her friend. Triumphant, the princess did not stop to think of the implications of this friend, for he was The One who was Not-So-Right. Now, he wasn't right because of some defect or evil streak. He was simply destined for another galaxy not the one belonging to the princess. She did not pause and think before she made her interest known. She could not leave the height of the tower, but he could ascend to her. Doing this, the One who was Not-So-Right found a willing friend. They became so close, the princess declared, "Of anything within my tower, if you want it, it shall belong to you." For she had many expensive things in gold, silver, and fine fabrics.

Before long, the princess's heart got away from her. She sat the One who was Not-So-Right down and said, "Take my heart. It belongs to you." Startled and unnerved, the One who was Not-So-Right never intended this.

He replied, "Do not offer it so freely. One will come who will rightly own your heart. Let us not speak of this again."

With a sigh the princess nodded, but inwardly had not heard the One's true message. That night, after he left, she took out a beautiful, gilded jewelry box. She opened it, and set it on a small table by her door. Within were gems of many colors, some crimson, some emerald, some gold. Some shone like opals against fire or pearls within the sea. So many jewels. The next day the One returned, he hadn't noticed the box. He did, however, notice a change in her temperament. Worried she may get carried away, the One began changing to throw her off-balance, hoping to dispel some of her infatuation.
The second night of this, he saw the box lying open. He touched one smooth, cool, round gem in wonder, and awed in its color.

"May I have this?" he said, looking back at her.

The princess smiled, and a light came into her eyes. "Of course."

And so it began. He came once, as a prince, dressed it all his finery. Another day, he was a knight, armored with bravery. The very next day, he was a farm boy, cloaked in honesty. And every single time, he took one more jewel. Every single day, he took a piece away.

This went on for awhile, until the princess started to feel pain whenever he would take the next piece away. She didn't say a word, continued their friendship, and never gave up hope. Slowly, her eyes became more sunken, her frame more frail. A sadness pierced her eyes so profoundly, her lady maid had run from the room many a time sobbing. She never told anyone about the hurt. She would not give up hope.

Several weeks later, the One who was Not-So-Right saw there was only one gem left in the box. On his way out, he turned to the princess and said, "Are you sure you want me to have all of them?"

"I would like nothing better in this world." She smiled a slow smile and hugged him. She whispered feebly, "Goodbye, dear One." He nodded in reply and headed out the door. The princess, satisfied in her sacrifice, closed her box and replaced it beneath her bed.

The next morning, a mournful tune in the key of d minor awoke the One from his slumber. He clambered from his bed to find out that the princess had died earlier in the night. When they tried to find out what had happened, they had discovered she had no heart.

She had given it all away.