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Princess of Perversion

Chapter 44 Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

The tired sound rose. Morning rays glinted off of the golden tresses. Her dress was crooked and ruffled. Slowly she slunk out of the room. Her sparkling eyes watched the man turn in his sleep.

'Papa is always too tired to play. I wonder if Malissa has returned.'

The poor child made her way along the corridor. The royal atmosphere twinkled with cleanliness. She pranced past the many portraits. The red carpet went on and on. She pressed upon the door that she knew so well.

"Ma-li-sa," said Lily, "Are you here?"

The girl stepped into the dark room. The curtains held back the sun's embrace. It was still, as though no one had ever lived here. She stepped to the window, reeling back the drapes.

Light overflowed into the room. A cascade of color descended over the once gloomy room. The bed glowed in the rays violet and soft. The tall and majestic mirror stood.

Lily wiped the surface with her greasy paws and it shimmered. Her bright blue eyes stared back and her face was lit with a grin.

She spun and played with her hair. The world went round and round until she saw someone. She wavered and fell back on the floor. Her eyes filled with fear when she saw the woman in the mirror.

"Who are you?" chattered the child.

"Do not be afraid. Though I may look like this I am very kind," replied the wheezing voice.

The young lady turned her head. Her crimson hair draped down, muck stuck to the curls. The face was covered with dirty bandages. The red stained and crusted where her left eye should be. Her skin was pale and sweat dribbled from her pained brow.

"Are you alright?" asked Lily, edging towards the pained figure.

The woman coughed and blood ran down her encased hands, "no… I am withering away."

Her voice was ragged and hoarse. However she drudged a smile through it all. The dripping hand pressed against the glass. The mirror shimmered, as the crack in the bottom corner grew. A slow trickle of crimson droplets fell from the marred mirror.

"What is your name? Mine is Lily," said the girl sitting before the glowing image.

"I do not need a name. It was taken from me long ago."

"What are you doing in the mirror?"

"I am resisting fate, but I am losing the battle."

"Fate? Is something supposed to happen?" asked Lily.

"I have only my dreams now. But those… those are no longer my own. She has taken everything from me, my precious doll that no longer listens to me."

"What did she take from you?"

"At first I thought that we could be friends, the Ice Princess and I, but now I see. She hates and she despises me and my doll."

"What have we here?" boomed a voice from behind.

Lily turned and Faith stood over her. Her chaos black tresses wiggled in the breeze. Her fingers twitched, as she drew near.

"Why have you shown yourself? My dear sweet princess sleep for soon your dreams shall come true."

"Princess?" asked Lily

The image did not move. A smile slowly crept across its face.

"You have returned my beloved doll," said the woman.

"Yes," replied Faith, "I am back. What is it that you want my dear?"

"I… I want this girl, Lily."

"Oh? And just what do you mean?" pondered the witch, her hands gently caressing the child.

"I want to be her friend. I want to play with her in that field of flowers and butterflies."

Lily thought for a moment, "The one that has Papa, Farrell, Marius, Lamont, and Fontane in it?"

"Yes, yes how do you know of my dreams? You are Lance's child?" wavered the smiling woman.

She grinned happily and nodded, "Malissa told me all about it. She told me that she was going to take me there once she found it. Why do you have the same dream?"

"You would not understand even if I told you," said Faith, "it is quite complicated."

"Tell her our story," choked the sickly figure.

"Maybe another time."

"Then bring her to me," she said, hugging herself, "so that I may feel tenderness in my numb fingers. May tries but she lost her warmth long ago. I am so lonely when you are gone."

"But I was just with you," replied Faith, "I even changed your bandages and look at them. Already dirty. Just sleep my dear, just rest so you can see tomorrow. You need to become nice and strong or else your dream will slip through you finger tips."

"Come, visit me soon," said the withering princess before her image faded away.

"Why does she not have a name?"

"She does," replied Faith fondling the girl, "However she gave it up five years ago."

"Who is the Ice Princess?" ogled Lily, with a glowing smile.

"The princess made of ice? If I tell you will you keep it a secret?"

She nodded frantically, "I always keep my secrets."

"Well then if you tell anyone what I tell you, I will do very nasty things to you. And I am sure that you do not want that."

"I promise that I will not tell."

"Good, good now listen well. My dear sweet princess is not alive. She is a doll that I made of ice. The woman in the mirror used to live her life through that doll. But one day it came to life on its own and now she only watches through her eyes. She does not hate the Ice Princess because she loves her."

The child sat and thought it over, her cheeks puffed and she said, "You did not answer my question. Who is the Ice Princess?"

Faith ran her hand down her face, "Honestly you do not understand? Malissa is the Ice Princess. She is not alive and never has been."

"But she feels so warm and soft. Not at all like ice."

"I do good work, I know. However I did not create her to last after all she was originally just a puppet. That does not matter however because we love her all the same."

"Does the king know that she is not his daughter?"

"He hasn't a clue."

"But then does that means that the woman in the mirror is his real daughter? So she is the princess?"

"And here I was thinking you were dropped on your head as a baby. Yes you are correct."

"What is wrong with her?"

"She is sick."

"Then shouldn't she be here?"

"She would die if I moved her here. You see she is in a very special place where she will not wither away."

"But then how do they have the same dream?"

"Because they are still linked on a lower level. Those are the human Malissa's feelings and thoughts that slip into her head while she sleeps."

"So Malissa does not have feelings of her own?"

"I never said that. She has thoughts all her own but they are influenced by the other's," said Faith before she let out a dreary sigh, "Of course this is also what is killing her."

"What? She is dieing?"

"Yes her heart has started beating and she shall melt. The flames of passion will consume her and she shall dissolve before my eyes. Love is truly the greatest poison. For something so fleeting such terrible things have been done."

"What kinds of things?" Asked Lily.

"Unspeakable things. Lives have trickled through my grasp just the same as the sands of time. By these hands life is given and it is taken. I stopped counting long, long ago, but with these hands I have also saved those that would allow me."

"So where is Malissa?"

"She is resting for her wedding day that is fast approaching."

"But if she is a doll then they are all being tricked!"

"As well they should be. Stealing her heart and making her cry such tears. I can handle only so much."

"She hasn't been crying."

"The doll perhaps but the one in the mirror, whom I think is more beautiful and fair than all in this land. She cries and she calls herself ugly. She has begged me to make the Ice Princess live her dreams since no man could possibly accept her."

"Papa would," replied the child, with a hearty grin, "he never looks down on others just because of how they look."

"Men only care about what is on the outside. Why do you think Ladies dress nice and smell good? It is because they want that."

"Papa is not like that and neither is that knight, the green one… Farrell."

"Oh do you truly believe that? Let me tell you a story. There once was a prince who searched far and wide. He was looking for his bride. One day he found a cave within there were two princesses. One was better than perfect and had not a flaw to be seen. The other was sick and had wounds across her skin.

"He spent a short while, hearing what each had to say. The sickly one promised to love him with all her heart. The pretty one swore to serve his will. He chose the perfect one and left with a smile. The withering princess cried and cried for she was alone and forsaken. The other smirked for she had been set free from the prison.

"For a short time the prince had become King and he ruled with compassion. One night however he was asked what he wanted from her. He said that he wanted her to love him. Her mouth opened wide and was filled with sharp teeth.

'She said yes I would love to eat you.'

"So she did. For she was not a princess but she was a terrible monster. The years past and the kingdom fell into shambles. She had lured them all to their deaths. The fiend left that day and returned to the princess within the cave. She told her of her pleasant times with that selfish man. The princess cried for this had happened so many times before and she knew that it would never end. For no man would set her free from her hell."

"Then what happened?" asked the wide-eyed girl.

"Well these events went on and on without end. End of story. Now do you understand?"

She shook her head and the witch sighed, "Men care for one thing, appearances. They are greedy you know. If you were to look like a princess they would treat you like one, even if you treated them like dirt. They would still love you. For they love with their eyes not their hearts."

"Papa and Farrell are not like that."

"They are deep down. If I was to bring them before the ice princess and the withering princess they would choose the one of ice every time."

"Why do you not do that then?"

"I told you why already. There is no point. No man could truly love my poor, poor princess."

"But I would love her," blubbered the child.

"Oh, dear but do you see you are not a man. I never said you could not."

The witch stroked her head, gently and softly. She smiled, pulling on her cheeks. The frown curled with a low giggle and the child pulled happiness from sorrow.

"I will take you to her soon. I am sure that you will enjoy playing with her. But i will not if you tell anyone what I have told you."

Lily nodded eagerly, "When can we go?'

"Soon, very soon."

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Princess of Perversion

Chapter 44 Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

The tired sound rose. Morning rays glinted off of the golden tresses. Her dress was crooked and ruffled. Slowly she slunk out of the room. Her sparkling eyes watched the man turn in his sleep.

'Papa is always too tired to play. I wonder if Malissa has returned.'

The poor child made her way along the corridor. The royal atmosphere twinkled with cleanliness. She pranced past the many portraits. The red carpet went on and on. She pressed upon the door that she knew so well.

"Ma-li-sa," said Lily, "Are you here?"

The girl stepped into the dark room. The curtains held back the sun's embrace. It was still, as though no one had ever lived here. She stepped to the window, reeling back the drapes.

Light overflowed into the room. A cascade of color descended over the once gloomy room. The bed glowed in the rays violet and soft. The tall and majestic mirror stood.

Lily wiped the surface with her greasy paws and it shimmered. Her bright blue eyes stared back and her face was lit with a grin.

She spun and played with her hair. The world went round and round until she saw someone. She wavered and fell back on the floor. Her eyes filled with fear when she saw the woman in the mirror.

"Who are you?" chattered the child.

"Do not be afraid. Though I may look like this I am very kind," replied the wheezing voice.

The young lady turned her head. Her crimson hair draped down, muck stuck to the curls. The face was covered with dirty bandages. The red stained and crusted where her left eye should be. Her skin was pale and sweat dribbled from her pained brow.

"Are you alright?" asked Lily, edging towards the pained figure.

The woman coughed and blood ran down her encased hands, "no… I am withering away."

Her voice was ragged and hoarse. However she drudged a smile through it all. The dripping hand pressed against the glass. The mirror shimmered, as the crack in the bottom corner grew. A slow trickle of crimson droplets fell from the marred mirror.

"What is your name? Mine is Lily," said the girl sitting before the glowing image.

"I do not need a name. It was taken from me long ago."

"What are you doing in the mirror?"

"I am resisting fate, but I am losing the battle."

"Fate? Is something supposed to happen?" asked Lily.

"I have only my dreams now. But those… those are no longer my own. She has taken everything from me, my precious doll that no longer listens to me."

"What did she take from you?"

"At first I thought that we could be friends, the Ice Princess and I, but now I see. She hates and she despises me and my doll."

"What have we here?" boomed a voice from behind.

Lily turned and Faith stood over her. Her chaos black tresses wiggled in the breeze. Her fingers twitched, as she drew near.

"Why have you shown yourself? My dear sweet princess sleep for soon your dreams shall come true."

"Princess?" asked Lily

The image did not move. A smile slowly crept across its face.

"You have returned my beloved doll," said the woman.

"Yes," replied Faith, "I am back. What is it that you want my dear?"

"I… I want this girl, Lily."

"Oh? And just what do you mean?" pondered the witch, her hands gently caressing the child.

"I want to be her friend. I want to play with her in that field of flowers and butterflies."

Lily thought for a moment, "The one that has Papa, Farrell, Marius, Lamont, and Fontane in it?"

"Yes, yes how do you know of my dreams? You are Lance's child?" wavered the smiling woman.

She grinned happily and nodded, "Malissa told me all about it. She told me that she was going to take me there once she found it. Why do you have the same dream?"

"You would not understand even if I told you," said Faith, "it is quite complicated."

"Tell her our story," choked the sickly figure.

"Maybe another time."

"Then bring her to me," she said, hugging herself, "so that I may feel tenderness in my numb fingers. May tries but she lost her warmth long ago. I am so lonely when you are gone."

"But I was just with you," replied Faith, "I even changed your bandages and look at them. Already dirty. Just sleep my dear, just rest so you can see tomorrow. You need to become nice and strong or else your dream will slip through you finger tips."

"Come, visit me soon," said the withering princess before her image faded away.

"Why does she not have a name?"

"She does," replied Faith fondling the girl, "However she gave it up five years ago."

"Who is the Ice Princess?" ogled Lily, with a glowing smile.

"The princess made of ice? If I tell you will you keep it a secret?"

She nodded frantically, "I always keep my secrets."

"Well then if you tell anyone what I tell you, I will do very nasty things to you. And I am sure that you do not want that."

"I promise that I will not tell."

"Good, good now listen well. My dear sweet princess is not alive. She is a doll that I made of ice. The woman in the mirror used to live her life through that doll. But one day it came to life on its own and now she only watches through her eyes. She does not hate the Ice Princess because she loves her."

The child sat and thought it over, her cheeks puffed and she said, "You did not answer my question. Who is the Ice Princess?"

Faith ran her hand down her face, "Honestly you do not understand? Malissa is the Ice Princess. She is not alive and never has been."

"But she feels so warm and soft. Not at all like ice."

"I do good work, I know. However I did not create her to last after all she was originally just a puppet. That does not matter however because we love her all the same."

"Does the king know that she is not his daughter?"

"He hasn't a clue."

"But then does that means that the woman in the mirror is his real daughter? So she is the princess?"

"And here I was thinking you were dropped on your head as a baby. Yes you are correct."

"What is wrong with her?"

"She is sick."

"Then shouldn't she be here?"

"She would die if I moved her here. You see she is in a very special place where she will not wither away."

"But then how do they have the same dream?"

"Because they are still linked on a lower level. Those are the human Malissa's feelings and thoughts that slip into her head while she sleeps."

"So Malissa does not have feelings of her own?"

"I never said that. She has thoughts all her own but they are influenced by the other's," said Faith before she let out a dreary sigh, "Of course this is also what is killing her."

"What? She is dieing?"

"Yes her heart has started beating and she shall melt. The flames of passion will consume her and she shall dissolve before my eyes. Love is truly the greatest poison. For something so fleeting such terrible things have been done."

"What kinds of things?" Asked Lily.

"Unspeakable things. Lives have trickled through my grasp just the same as the sands of time. By these hands life is given and it is taken. I stopped counting long, long ago, but with these hands I have also saved those that would allow me."

"So where is Malissa?"

"She is resting for her wedding day that is fast approaching."

"But if she is a doll then they are all being tricked!"

"As well they should be. Stealing her heart and making her cry such tears. I can handle only so much."

"She hasn't been crying."

"The doll perhaps but the one in the mirror, whom I think is more beautiful and fair than all in this land. She cries and she calls herself ugly. She has begged me to make the Ice Princess live her dreams since no man could possibly accept her."

"Papa would," replied the child, with a hearty grin, "he never looks down on others just because of how they look."

"Men only care about what is on the outside. Why do you think Ladies dress nice and smell good? It is because they want that."

"Papa is not like that and neither is that knight, the green one… Farrell."

"Oh do you truly believe that? Let me tell you a story. There once was a prince who searched far and wide. He was looking for his bride. One day he found a cave within there were two princesses. One was better than perfect and had not a flaw to be seen. The other was sick and had wounds across her skin.

"He spent a short while, hearing what each had to say. The sickly one promised to love him with all her heart. The pretty one swore to serve his will. He chose the perfect one and left with a smile. The withering princess cried and cried for she was alone and forsaken. The other smirked for she had been set free from the prison.

"For a short time the prince had become King and he ruled with compassion. One night however he was asked what he wanted from her. He said that he wanted her to love him. Her mouth opened wide and was filled with sharp teeth.

'She said yes I would love to eat you.'

"So she did. For she was not a princess but she was a terrible monster. The years past and the kingdom fell into shambles. She had lured them all to their deaths. The fiend left that day and returned to the princess within the cave. She told her of her pleasant times with that selfish man. The princess cried for this had happened so many times before and she knew that it would never end. For no man would set her free from her hell."

"Then what happened?" asked the wide-eyed girl.

"Well these events went on and on without end. End of story. Now do you understand?"

She shook her head and the witch sighed, "Men care for one thing, appearances. They are greedy you know. If you were to look like a princess they would treat you like one, even if you treated them like dirt. They would still love you. For they love with their eyes not their hearts."

"Papa and Farrell are not like that."

"They are deep down. If I was to bring them before the ice princess and the withering princess they would choose the one of ice every time."

"Why do you not do that then?"

"I told you why already. There is no point. No man could truly love my poor, poor princess."

"But I would love her," blubbered the child.

"Oh, dear but do you see you are not a man. I never said you could not."

The witch stroked her head, gently and softly. She smiled, pulling on her cheeks. The frown curled with a low giggle and the child pulled happiness from sorrow.

"I will take you to her soon. I am sure that you will enjoy playing with her. But i will not if you tell anyone what I have told you."

Lily nodded eagerly, "When can we go?'

"Soon, very soon."