Once upon a time there was a selfish and vain Prince by the name of Christopher. From a young age he never liked to play with girls and as he grew old he would tell his father, "I shall never marry." for he believed girls and women were something to look down upon. When the time came for him to choose a wife, Christopher refused to like any of the princesses that his parents would introduce to him to. He would often do something awful to them, such as cutting their hair while they were sleeping or making them a subject of laughter to all his friends. Finally, there was no one of noble background who even wanted to marry the awful prince. Because of this, the king and queen decided that their son's behavior was uncalled for and that they must do something about it. They therefore banished their son to a lonely castle in the outskirts of their country, where he would have to change or he would no longer be heir to the throne.
After many years had gone by with their son in exile, the King and Queen were visiting a nearby village to address an issue. It was about this time that the daughter of a lowly merchant was working at one of the fruit carts when the Queen met her eyes. The girl's name was Mary and the Queen found her extremely beautiful. "My son shall not be able to resist her," she thought in her heart so she made her way over to the girl. When she proposed to Mary the idea of coming to her son's castle with the hopes of marriage, Mary was put into shock. She had heard many things about the prince, and although she accounted the awful stories to the twisted words of many mouths, she was afraid for her father to be left alone because he was old. The Queen readily assured that if Mary could convince her son to marry her, she and her husband would take care of Mary's elderly father. Mary accepted the Queen's offer, said goodbye to her father, and made her way to Prince Christopher's castle.
Mary arrived at the castle alone and when the castle doors closed, they seemed to close forever. Mary made her way into the dark, empty castle unsure of where exactly to go. Then, Christopher appeared. He only had a few servants to take care of him; as a result, he became accustomed to being alone. His appearance was nothing like that of what it used to be, for his hair had grown long and tangled and his clothes torn and in rags. Had Mary not been the good person she was was, she would have thought he looked something like beggar or even something like beast, but seeing that she wasn't like that, she simply said. "My name is Mary, I am here to keep you company. It is a pleasure to meet you." The Prince grimaced in the shadows, he knew why this girl was here and he was furious at his parents for sending her. Yes, she was beautiful, but no doubt stupid and dull minded like all the other girls he had met. If she must live in his castle, at least he could avoid her, but if one thing was for sure it was this: he would not be marrying Mary.
As the days and months went by, Mary made friends with Christopher's servants, trying to make use of the time she had. She kept close in mind what the Queen had promised, that she would financially take care of her father as long as the Prince agreed to marry her. This, of course, meant that Mary would have to make Christopher fall in love with her, which would also would mean that she would have to spend time with him. If only he wouldn't eat inside his room or stay inside his office so much! Then, she'd be able to at least get to know him better.
One day, Mary was up late at night when the prince came walking by her room. He inquired of her what she was doing at such a late hour, to which she replied "dreaming." Christopher, who thought that women should be thankful for what they had and not wish for other things, curiously asked what Mary could possibly be dreaming of. Mary shared with him the dreams she had to write novels, glorious novels about great adventures. The Prince, who liked to read, was impressed by this answer. He always thought authors to be incredulously smart and the fact that Mary wanted to be one earned his attention. He hardly believed that Mary could write a novel, very least a good one that would appeal to him. Even so, he decided to put her to the test. The next day, Christopher found his best paper, ink, and quill and took it to Mary. He told her to write him a story and if she could write one to his satisfaction, he would agree to marry her.
Now, things began to change between Mary and the Prince. She would write in her novel nearly all day long and Christopher would stop in to see her. At first out of mere mockery, but gradually his visits became more and more pleasant. Instead of talking about the novel, he began asking her about her family and she would ask about his. They became friends. The Prince's visits became more frequent as time went by, sometimes as many as three different occasions a day. He became kinder. Even his appearance began to change; his hair was trimmed back to its handsome form and his clothes became more decent, even nice. Soon, Mary fell in love with Christopher. She cursed herself for it, for she knew that he would never love her. If only she could do well on this novel, then she might at least marry him at take care of her father. Still, she couldn't help but think about Christopher and how nice life could be if only he would love her.
Finally, the time came when Mary wrote the last words in her novel. When the prince saw the size of the novel, he was impressed by largeness of it. When he read it, he was impressed by the genius written upon its pages. It was better than any novel or book he'd ever read in his life; it was so good, he couldn't put it down. What he found inside it were memorable characters, a fantastic story, and an incredible world. Mary was not only an author, but she was a good one. When he found himself face to face with the author, he was eager to ask her many questions; moreover, one in particular.
"Mary," he said. "I was wrong about you. You are unlike any woman I've ever met; in fact, maybe I've been wrong about them altogether. Whatever the case, I know one thing for sure, that I want to spend an entire lifetime making up our own story together. Will you marry me?" Mary couldn't help but think that he merely meant to keep a promise, but then, he took her within his embrace and kissed her. "I love you." he said. Alas, her real dreams had come true! When the King and Queen heard the news of their son's engagement they were overjoyed. Mary and the Prince moved back into the family's castle and were wedded immediately. As it would seem, the Prince was a completely different person- kind and gentle, just like Mary. Together they wrote their story, and of course it ended with a happily ever after.
The End.