One more Time

It wasn't the worst that the Queen told her story. The worst was the imagination of a prince who would do the story his way as a man.

He didn't see that fantasy girl sneak out of the palace just to explore that world. But he saw her sneak out of the palace wanting to run away with a friend or boyfriend.

That fantasy was more sinister than the Queen's. Or at least more overwhelming than her imagination. The kid was running out of blood in his head.

It was a red face of anger. He didn't even notice that his fist was locked like he was about to get caught.

He was blinded by anger.

And then after the queen says that the girl is usually unconscious with her clothes on her mud.

He's gonna imagine that girl playing with her boyfriend in the woods. Maybe they had sex together. Maybe they ran behind each other from ecstasy and joy. Maybe too. Maybe I'm lying on the floor together. That was in itself confusing.