Inspired by TwistedHarlequin, Leetle Claws, Isou, blitheMuse, Anti Calamity, Moofin_Girl, Apparently Not, Child of 1000 Generations, Queen Madame, Technicolor Syndrome, Raz Kazikato, PrussianProxy, and hostclubgal.
One Castle, two princesses, one pauper boy, three knights, the jester twins, the doctor, the other castle workers, fourteen students, a warlock prince, and a curse.
Days, months, years, decades... How long has it been? A story as ancient as me. Undone. Unfinished. I’ve watched it. I still watch it. From the cloud I was assigned to. Call me what you will. I am of no importance. I’m your mere narrator a voice with no name. This isn’t my story, it’s theirs.
If you will, skip this rambling of mine, a mere instrument of these words. I am who I am, call me what you like, for I am your mere narrator. I’ve only been human, if that is what you can call me after this. I’ve only been humanly selfish to name this first chapter after myself, for despite not being in the story I’m still here and I wanted you to know.
Tell me, what do you think? What do you expect? What do you see? This is no fairytale, it is merely a curse we have been put under. A castle, two princesses, a warlock, a boy, the knights, the doctor, the jester twins, the workers, and I. This is their story and my time is overdue. I’ve extended my welcome and your patience. Put up with me for just these few more pages and maybe you’ll put an end to us, if not us then at least them. I am just your mere narrator. Sit down, relax, rewrite this story, but listen to me first.