The Pale Princess

A twisted little prose about a princess who must be served by those who dare.

The Pale Princess
By Keaton Foster

“To see her is to become ruled by her.”


Alone he must walk. Alone he must go. Alone he must be to enter the darkness of her dreams brought into being. He, the fool, is certain, without question, that he can save her. He was told her tale, assured of her passage, but regardless, he has come to see if he can make a difference. He cannot. Trust me when I say that a fool and his life are easily parted in such a place of absolutes.

In fields of gray, a lifetime has gone astray. At a point where eventuality and reality converge, the pale princess exists. She is enslaved to her kingdom of nothing, unable to escape what she has created and what she has done. She will remain beyond time, beyond life, beyond all rites of passage and the implications of having ever lived.

Any life that stands before her will be replaced, ripped from its cage and set free into the blackness of being, made home, torn from flesh and bone, reduced to a spectral atrocity that can never hope to be again. Made to serve her madness. Made to thrive in her blackness.

She, a beautiful monster, a creature of unprecedented terror. No man who has stood before her has won her heart. All who have tried have failed. She trusts no one; she believes in nothing. She has no fate and even less faith. She would obliterate God if given the chance, easily screaming, "off with his head!"

The source of her wickedness, the cause of her madness, is known only to her. She should have ruled, should have been king in her world of queens. She should have had it all, but everything was torn from her soul. Sentenced by those she loved, she will remain in this place, eternal.

Her eyes are as blue as the day she betrays. Her hair is as black as the night she shapes. Her soft, bruised lips remain motionless. Her final embrace takes all life away. There is no escape. Once she claims her victim in her kingdom of nothing, they languish in the beauty of her presence.

He, the fool, the latest victim of her wrath, understands nothing. Blinded by chivalry, he presses on. Upon a stone road leading to her kingdom, a sign stands, a warning in blood-red:

All who enter are subject to her rule.
All who come this way have no chance of escape.
Continue on if you dare, if you must.

The pale princess awaits...



*The Pale Princess*
*Written by Keaton Foster © 2015.*