"Why must thou kill my tender love and affection for thee? Have I gone and barketh up thy wrong tree? Why I ask, why doesn't thy love me?" Said a man, who held a up a giant emerald ring.

And so the beautiful girl of only 17 walked up to the man, who thought it 'twas a dream. He hoped for her approval, he thought she'd most likely say yes. Because out of all the men in the village he was...well.. the best.

The princess, not knowing what to say thought of anything to turn him away.

"Thou are only horrible man, and that doth not please me. You are not nice enough, so thy may not get to squeeze me." Not to lie...the girl was impressed but just a bit. "And furthermore! You are a giant twit!" With a flip of her hair the young girl walked off with sass, and while she strutted away the man stared at her...ankles.

"This try will not be my last!" The man shouted, with glee...but just between you and me this man would not live out his days happily.

He spent his whole life trying to impress, this princesses who he'd had just met. But this princess was special, oh how shall I describe princess Evette?

She was cunning and smart, although very fragile when it came to matters of the heart. She didn't way to reject him that way. But she had to cuz well you see...
She's super gay.

So skip ahead a few years or two. The princess had now dyed her hair blue. And sometimes she even wore a suit and a hat. But that's not too important in this story so we won't get into that.

Aftee years of trying, the man decided to try only once more. And If she said no he wouldn't try anymore.

"Evette, dear Evette I beg of you please. I'm begging on my hands and knees. Will you please PLEASE marry me?" He cried, down under the blossom tree.

"Charles..you're really nice but you're just not right for me!"

"And for what reason would that be??!"

"I'm in love with someone else don't you see?"

"And who, may I ask. Would this man be...?"

"Woman actually..she has a pu- personality! A great personality."

Charles gasped. "We must take to to get fixed right away! I didn't know you were sick..who infected you with this..this awful gay-ness."

"Actually, it t'was your sis." Evette smiled as her lover arose from her seat. Charles felt faint, and it was not from the heat. The girls held hands and smiled wide.

"I've asked her to be my bride." The second girl said, with hope for approval.

"No! This isn't fair. I will call for your removal" Prince Charles screamed in anger. "In fact, hang my sister. Hang her."

The gaurds stormed in at once.
Evette screamed and punched at the men, who took her beloved away.

"She will be gone soon, in my castle we will stay. I'll give you the life you deserve, forget about Maye."

"No no no! Absolutely not! No way! I love her. Not you. I love Maye!"

Evette cried in utter dismay.

"In fact we'll hang her, and you'll watch. It's time for her to pay. All I do is love you and this is what I get? You run off with my sister, you witch.." He grabbed her by the hair and said. "Don't try and save her. Or she won't be the only one dead."

He held her up and punched her again and again. She was so beat up she didn't look human. Blood spilt from her nose and eyes. She knew now that all of his past "I love you's" were lies.

He dropped her to the groud, she didn't make a sound. She tried to get up and run, but for a while she only hobbled around. Looking for and escape she tried to make her way. She felt so alone and scared, all she wanted was her Maye. The guards eventually found her, picked her up and carried her to the prince. Who was washing off Evette's blood with a nice cool rinse.

"Ah, right on time. My beautiful girl, now let's go she the show. We can't be late, you know!" He grabbed her hand tightly and drug her round the floor. Little did he know that soon, Evette was to be no more. He sat her down in the front row.

Maye came onto the "stage" and screamed at the man, she once called her fam. "What did you do to her!?" She cried.

Evette blew a kiss and the girl she loved. "Until we meet again." She said and smiled but that smile only lasted a short while. The blood drained from her face, her heart did no longer beat her lungs did not race. She was in what some call a better place.

Maye held back her tears. "Blood loss." She wispered and stared at the corpse she had know for years.
"I'd kill you right now, if could. But I have a better plan... Executioner if you would."

He placed the noose around her neck. She smiled and whispered to him. "I've got the rest."

"You see my dear brother, I've got to depart. But I hope what you've done will rip you apart. I hope this haunts you at night when you sleep. I hope you cry and think about the girl that you beat. My girl. The one that I loved. My angel, a real angel who is now up above. Speaking of that, I've really got to go. She doesn't like to be kept waiting, and just so you know. Whether you live or die. Your life will be an eternal hell. Anyways brother. I bid you farewell." She smiled and took one last look at the girl she knew so very well.

She put out her foot, jumped and fe-

SNAP

The two woman he had loved most we're gone like last Tuesday's pig roast. One hanging from the post. And one sitting there with a face as white as the Sandy shore on the coast.

Prince charles lived in utter despair. Wishing he never touched her or her hair. Wishing he let those two be. The that deaths were caused by his jealousy. Did haunt him every night in his dreams.

On the postive side. He did them a favor. They are free to be lovers, they need not to do work or labor. They do not get judged up in heaven because neighbors love thy neighbors. Anyway. I think I can say. In some type of twisted way. This story just might be okay. At they end of the day, Evette still had her beloved Maye

The End!