Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:
Beauty Sleeps
“Oh! Well, erm, it’s not very big, is it?” Sleeping Beauty eyed up what was to be her new home.
Phillip looked from his humble abode towards his new bride. He knew Sleeping Beauty had hight expectations. He’d seen her own home.
It wasn’t just a castle, but a palace of mamouth proportions.
Yet this was his home. It wasn’t his fault that his kingdom was small, so required a smaller than average castle.
But he was most definitely a Prince.
And he deserved his Princess.
She’d looked so beautiful, lying there in that glass casket, he just had to wake her. And when those creepy dwarves came bouncing out, his first instinct was to draw his sword, to protect his new found Princess, until she went all gooey after setting eyes on them.
They had some funny names… Sleepy, Dopey, Grumpy, to name a few. And there were a lot of them.
It turned out they had been protecting her.
She was still staring at his castle with a look of slight disdane upon her face.
Hang on a minute, Phillip thought. She had been living with those little people in a cottage that was about the size of one of the small cupboards in his castle. How could she complain about his home?
“Big enough for us to be happy, my love. Big enough.”
But I Smile Anyway... 