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Meanwhile, the three triumphant fairies dragged the poor prince (who had woken up halfway through the confrontation with Ugdaria, promptely fainted again, and then woken back up when it was all over) up the stairs to the tower where Princess Imcursedndealinwithit was snoring away in her chambers. It had taken a lot of persuasion, but the promise to let him go home after he broke the spell seemed to do the trick.

Well, as they entered the room, the dear princess made a very pretty sight with her mouth hanging wide open, drool dripping down her chin, and a loud, rattling snore coming from her gaping mouth.

Wow. Love at first sight.

Somehow, the prince managed to pull together enough courage to pucker up his lips but that was about it. Sweat was even beading up on his brow, much to the amusement of the fairies.

Finally, dear Eustacia couldn’t take his groaning, gagging, and complaining anymore.

So, with the help of Eugenia, Eustacia grabbed the prince’s head and shoved his face down onto the princess’.

There are no words to properly describe that first kiss. It was gloriously beautiful; it was horrifyingly ugly. It was poignant; it was ridiculous. It was healing; it was painful. Well…at least for the prince…

SLAP!! “OUCH!!”

Gee, what a way to start a relationship.

Obviously the princess was now wide awake and just a wee bit upset. And with the spell being broken, the rest of the castle slowly woke up too.

Now, not having moved in over a century, it makes a whole lot of sense that in the moments following the whole waking-up thing, the castle was filled with the sounds of bones cracking, groans, yelps of pain, and people falling (especially the unfortunate few who had been frozen in some sort of mid-action).

Nevertheless, when all the people had sorted out their body parts and whatnot (which took some time since everyone was extremely disoriented and most of them had no idea what was going on), the prince and princess were married. Naturally, the prince first soaked his cheek in ice for about three hours, and the princess took the first opportunity she had to take her first bath in a century and a half.

As per tradition, the marriage ceremony – a grand affair – was accompanied by a renaming ceremony. It was a day of great celebration.

All the citizens of Twistedfairytales gathered outside of the royal church, hoping to catch a glimpse of the royal bride and groom. Everyone grew silent as the doors opened. Every breath was held as the royal blue carpet was unrolled (trapping one unfortunate rat but, hey, they reproduce like crazy anyway). Every mouth went dry as the priest came out, leading the royal couple.

The little man cleared his throat and announced in a high-pitch squeal (after all he hadn’t exactly used his voice in over a century…not that his voice was really any manlier before…), “I have the honor and great pleasure to present to you all…

Prince Ididntwanttogetmarried and Princess Hesajerkysheman!”

The people cheered until every throat was raw, and the legendary partying went on for weeks until they finally ran out of wine and everyone got tired of smiling.

When the celebration was over and reality set in once again (or as “real” as reality can be in a land of fairy tales), life continued much as it always had in the land of Twistedfairytales.

The prince spent most of his time enjoying his new huge walk-in closet or under his new king-sized bed. He tried to get his new wife to enjoy the wonder that is the closet or under the bed, but she wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. Or about his new dust bunny collection. Needless to say, he was quite devastated when the “vacuum” was finally invented.

On the other hand, the princess spent most of her time in therapy – she was quite traumatized by the whole spell thing, the kiss thing, and the wedding thing, as you can well imagined. Oh, and she became well-known as a staunch supporter of the banning of sleeping pills.

So, as a result, the prince and princess rarely saw each other except at meals, at night, and at parties, but that was okay with them. In fact, they couldn’t be happier with the way things were.

As for our beloved fairy trio, they had much to catch up on after being cooped up for 153 years, waiting for the spell to be broken. And the three were very eager to enjoy themselves.

Eustacia went to the newly opened TechSuperMart and bought a TV with cable, a surround-sound stereo system, a DVD player, a VHS player, and a computer with internet access. You can find her most days sitting in front of her computer surfing Ebay or in front of her TV watching Star Trek reruns.

Eugenia, who rolled her eyes at “silly Eustacia,” went to the public library and borrowed every book that had been published since the princess had fallen asleep. As far as we know, she has overdue library bills about five miles long and is still reading in her little cottage in the woods (which she bought from Snow White at a really good price).

And, dear Eupigia, feeling so traumatized by her “encounter with evil,” as she likes to call it, became a hermit and shut herself away. She lives in a little cave without running water or electricity (which isn’t too bad when you have a light bulb on your head).

Of course, the three fairies occasionally meet for tea at either Eustacia or Eugenia’s place (the two refuse to come to Eupigia’s cave for good reasons) and have remained great friends.

Well, they were good friends until Marmalade the cat got into the potion storage room and…oh wait. That’s actually another story and has nothing to do with this one, so…

Never mind.

THE END