But when the Prince had been banished to wander the earth, his magical self had dissolved.įor a time, she had abandoned him, but she was back. It had spoken with her, walked with her, dined with her. That missing self knew his fairy godmother. All that remained were his vague memories of that other life and his magical self that had lived it. When he looked again, his fairy godmother had disappeared without a trace. For a moment, she had been standing in a grove of stunted trees while he worked a spotted mare, Twig, through her paces. Once he thought he saw his fairy godmother in the distance. The country air, permeated with the smells of hay and manure, had been refreshing compared to the stifling, soot-choked air of the castle.
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His skin grew dark in the sun and his hair light. It was a simple life, an honest life, tending the horses and goats. After wandering the wastes at the edges of civilization, he’d found himself on a farm. He was the eldest son of the king, but he’d been driven out of the kingdom. The Prince couldn’t remember why he’d been banished all those years ago.
There was no water, or anything better, to be had. Just one, to keep the pounding in his head at bay. Pills jostled around inside, chattering dully, mocking him until he got it open and tapped one out into his gloved palm. His fingertips were almost too frozen to open it. A post-banishment memory, but distant nonetheless. He’d needed his fingers free when he’d worked with the animals on the farm, but that was a distant memory. He stared down at his hands, nails ragged and grimy. The fingertips of his gloves had been cut off. The Prince trudged through camp, a tattered scarf knotted around his neck, a dark hat pulled down over his brow against the cold.
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