In her world, everything and everyone had a place. Each and every person, place or thing fit together like puzzle pieces.
As she built her world exactly the way she wanted it, placing the people carefully in the city and the forests, building dark creatures between the trees and damsels in distress in the high castle towers, there was one person that refused to fit in.
No matter how much she moved around the king and his consorts, or the priest and friar in the abbey, the dashing hero wouldn’t fit. The princess had loved him, sung his praises, but he simply would not fit.
For weeks and weeks, she fought the issue, searching for a place for her dashing hero. Then, in a fit of inspiration at 3AM from a dead sleep, the solution came.
“I have to kill him.”
Finally, her book had an ending she was happy with.
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