The Prince and the Cursed Daughter

The Prince and the Cursed Daughter

           Prince Duncan rode his horse Clovis from castle Jaydon through the mountains and forest. He was on a mission to seek the Queen Avah Epona who lived in the Kingdom of Shellmont. His reddish blonde hair blew through the wind as he dodged branches from the trees. He was under competition with Prince Annelex Cometrax of  Crescent Kingdom.  He was uncertain as to what he would do to win such heart of the queen. Slaying a dragon would do nicely if he knew where one could be found. He was a young man that had everything given to him. He had shunned responsibility and commitment all the way until now.  He heard that the great queen carried unimaginable powers of enlightenment that would enable him to conquer the world. The stories revealed she could see into the future and control the weather. He also wanted to satisfy his dirty sexual fantasies with her as well. Surely, she would like it that way.

            It was morning and the sun was still rising overhead as it did since the beginning of time.  He reached the end of the forest and came across the Magic River, which connected to The Giving Sea. The prince thought for a minute and decided to cross the river. He was very egotistical and naïve as he thought to himself how he rule over the queen .  It seemed to make more since than riding up stream to find himself stuck with a giant lake that would keep him from crossing. Duncan shook the reins and heard the sound of his horse let out a whinny as they rode close to the river.  The sound of water hitting rocks didn’t excite Clovis or motivate him to cross so the young man got off his horse and walked the horse through the water. The water was cold and up to his shoulders, but they persistent to cross as he proceeded through the river and came out of it cold and wet with his horse.

            “If you would have let me ride you I wouldn’t be all wet, you stupid horse,” said the prince, but all he got was a horse laughing at him through its nicker sounds and grunts.

            Prince Duncan turned around towards the forest and saw a peculiar smoke.  It seemed that there was someone close by, perhaps setting up camp. The prince realized that he needed to dry his clothes and hopefully the traveler would assist.

            “I see we have a lucky traveler to help me dry my clothes,” said Duncan as walked over to his horse and pulled out a folded piece of paper from the leather purse. After unraveling it he folded it back up and realized that they were right on course and the direction of the smoke was in direct correspondence to the Kingdom of Shellmont. The prince climbed onto his horse and shook the reins so that he could investigate the strange smoke in the forest.

            Duncan traveled down ravines and hills until finally they reached a clearing where a small cottage stood with a white picket fence. The smoke was coming from the chimney and so it came to pass as the prince looked at his wet clothes that he would have to seek their hospitality.

            He galloped on his horse down to the house, got off his horse and walked up to the door to knock. After knocking at the door a middle aged man answered. He was tall with hazel eyes and wore lumberjack clothes.

            “What can I do for you?” asked the man.

            “Pardon me sir, but I was wondering if I could seek lodging--a place to sleep, eat and dry my clothes. My horse bucked me off in the river. I’ll only be staying for a couple of days.”

             “Can I ask who you are?” the man asked.

            “My name is Prince Duncan and I’m from the Kingdom of Jaydon.”

            “Oh forgive me my lord, I didn’t know. Of course, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, my name is Edgemont Coleman.”

            Prince Duncan looked around the inside of the small cottage and stepped into a room that was the dinning and kitchen area. Duncan noticed the old man was smiling and rubbing his hands together as though he was waiting for the inevitable to happen. Then a woman entered the room. She was short with brownish grey hair and brown eyes.  They were both looking at him very strangely as if he was a pig waiting to be slaughtered and become the family roast.

            “This is Prince Duncan and he’s going to be staying with us for a couple days” replied Edgemont.

            The woman looked at Duncan while smiling and rubbed her hands together the same way he had. The prince looked at the couple disturbed, but tried to keep a straight face because he was a guest. He would only be here for the night and would be off on his journey

            “This is Mannet, my wife.”

            “How do you do?” asked Duncan.

            “He’s so handsome,” she chuckled as she looked at Edgemont.

            “Stenyada will be very pleased with us.”

            “Excuse me?” asked Duncan.

             “Oh Stenyada, our daughter,” answered Mannet.

            “Really,” replied Duncan as he raised his eyebrows with a few ideas.

             “She’s out picking berries, but she’ll be back shortly,” smiled Mannet as she nodded her head.

            The parent’s showed him the spare bedroom that they had downstairs. It was amazing how small a house it was, but had rooms to spare.  There was something confining about this whole situation. Duncan didn’t really think about it, but the whole rubbing hands thing really made him feel uncomfortable and they looked at him as though he were their last hope. It was the act of desperation on their part that was weird. It seemed ridiculous to waste time thinking about such demands when he would be meeting Avah Epona in a few days and become king. They finally made it to his room and Edgemont pulled out the keys.

            “It’s the spare bedroom, but I think you’ll like it,” replied the old man as he pushed the door open.

            Inside the room there was a queen sized bed with a small table next to it with a lamp. Duncan walked inside and saw a desk and chair with pen and ink. There were also shelves of books, literature, stories and dictionaries. There were cob webs in the corners and it needed dusting, but everything else seemed to be in order. Duncan turned around and saw them smiling and rubbing their hands together.

            “I’ll take it,” he said and pulled out a small bag and let gold coins fall into his hand and handed him the money.

            “Five golden coins for just helping you, your majesty? I couldn’t,” answered Edgemont.  

            “No amount of money can free me from the debt that I’m in, but if you insist I will take it,” nodded the peasant.

            “You can and I insist. Now if you may, I’ll get settled and out of these wet clothes,” said the prince. “Oh, forgive me sire,” replied the wife. “I’ll be right back with some of Edgemont’s clothes for you to wear until your clothes dry off. Edgemont nodded and closed the door for the prince’s privacy.

            “Yea, you give me some privacy or I’ll lay you down on your back and give you a beating you won’t forget.”  Duncan smiled at the dirty thought he had in mind as he took off his clothes. His underwear fell off which reminded him of all the women he had sexual activities with. Then, an idea came--he could stay awhile and satisfy his sexual appetite with the daughter. He could entice her with his experience, size and stamina. She would moan and howl all night for hours upon hours to come. Surely she would like it like that.

            Stenyada galloped on her brown horse, with a basket of black berries and saw her mother in the front washing clothes. She had a big smile on her face and looked at Stenyada with excitement in her eyes. Stenyada got off the horse and walked over to her mom. Stenyada had blue eyes, black hair and was a little taller than her mother. Her broad lips plucked outward and her nose was pointy like an elf’s. She seemed like an ordinary girl except she was eager to get her life in gear.

            “Mother is supper ready?” she asked.

            “Your father is preparing it,” answered Mannet.

            “We have company, my dear.”

            “Is it a man?” asked Stenyada.

            “Yes and he’s a prince,” smiled the wife.

            Stenyada cracked a grin as the wheels began to turn behind her eyes.  It had been a long time since she had been with a man. The last man escaped and she was left to live with her parents.

             “You’re thirty-five years old, but you can say you’re eighteen and a virgin,” replied her mother. 

            Stenyada nodded and looked at her mother as the wheels continued to turn, “I don’t look that old, but I’m going to reach a point where I’ll be too old to have children of my own. The last man didn’t fit, the one before that couldn’t satisfy me as well, the one before that was sterile. He was good under the covers, but what’s the point, if he doesn’t want me?” asked Stenyada. “Maybe this one will,” answered Mannet as she raised the prince’s clothes only to drop them and rub her hands together. The two women reached a close to their conversation and prepared for dinner.

 To be continued . . .

The Prince and the Cursed Daughter
Ryan Keith Johnson
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