“Rapunzel” by KDodge
I might have reblogged this before. But it’s still cool, so here it is again, probably.
There once was a young Prince who had so many and such beautiful books, that he could find them anything he wished to know except where the Garden of Paradise was to be found, and this was just what he wished most to know. When he was a very little boy, just beginning to go to school, his grandmother told him that every flower in the Garden of Paradise tasted like the sweetest cakes, and that the stamens were full of the choicest wines. On one flower there grew history, on another geography, on a third tables; so that whoever ate the flower immediately knew his lesson; the more he ate, the more he learned of history, geography, or arithmetic.
‘The Garden of Paradise’ - Hans Anderesen’s Fairy Tales (via thefairytaleblog)
Anyway, so he bounces in on his white horse like a big perfumed tea cozy, getting involved in affairs that are none of his business, and next thing you know she wakes up and —ooooh!—was she in a bad mood. The prince didn’t get half an earful, and that was after she clocked him one first for “taking liberties.” Five minutes of listening to that and, instead of marrying her, the prince gets back on his horse and rides off into the sunset. We never see him again.
Brother Number One, The Book of Lost Things, John Connolly, Page 128