#9 Narcoleptic Princess
“This is an outrage!” the prince shouted. “My army will answer to this!”
The king called out as the prince stormed out of the room, “Wait! You don’t understand!”
The door slammed shut behind the prince. The attendent next to it blinked.
The king looked over at his daughter, who sat slumped in her chair, fast asleep.
“Oh dear,” he said.
That was the third one this week.
* * * * *
Being a prince wasn’t what it used to be.
“Let me get this straight,” he asked. “Narcoleptic princess?”
The king nodded.
The prince looked over at the princess, who sat slumped in her chair, fast asleep. At least he didn’t have to take it personally.
“How often does that happen?” he asked.
“Pretty much all the time,” the king sighed.
The prince thought a moment. We all have our problems, don’t we? Himself included. The arrangement would work well enough: they’d met once before and liked one another.
“What the heck,” the prince said. “I agree.”
“Wonderful!” said the king. “I’ll send over the papers immediately.” Now those armies were the prince’s problem. The king wasn’t an evil man, but knew when to cut his losses.
And so they were wed, the narcoleptic princess and the insomniac prince.
* * * * *
Years later, towards the end of their lives, the prince spent his sleepless nights reflecting back on how much they had loved one another and how happy she’d made him.
When she was awake, that is.
The narcoleptic princess was responsible for starting at least four major wars, twelve skirmishes, twenty-seven personal duels, and no less than fourteen tavern brawls, in addition to inspiring a punk band by the same name centuries later.