THE TALE OF THE
WINDOW PRINCESS

ONCE UPON A TIME, IN A FARAWAY LAND...

   There once was a woman, her blonde strands were the shade of the grains of midsummer crisp sand and yet as soft as the gentle breeze that pushed ripples into the calm seas.

   She held sophistication in her stance, gliding like a swan in her peaceful steps. The woman was both gorgeous in personality, her very name brought waves of joy to those who spoke it. The woman was also blessed with many riches and a podium of status that no one could reach. But what is riches and beauty, if you have none to share it with?

   The blonde woman, simply put, was lonely. She would stand and watch through the ivory frames of her castle glass window, and stare.

   She would stare out through the paned glass at the world beyond her very room. She would stare at people who walked hurriedly, late for an affair. She would stare at people who laughed without a care in the heavy-burdened world, people who sang merrily out of tone till the cracks of dawn, shoes in hand, their drunken verses bringing a bittersweet melody. She stared at people who ran, trying to run away from the problems that life had caused them (they would always get caught in the end). She would stare at people who danced in moonlight, their faces reflected on midnight stars.

   Oh, but the most beautiful moment of all, a moment that even the woman's eyes couldn't understand. She would stare at people who fall in love.

   She stared as they held hands, a warmth encompassed between their palms that she herself would try to mimic, but it just wasn't the same. She would stare as they gave the gift of each other's last names. She would stare as they domestically kissed goodbye in the morning, knowing they would see each other again late in the night.

   She wanted that. Her lonely heart cried at night, screaming for a love that she could hold hands with, a love that she could give flowers to, a love that she could kiss farewell and just know, they wouldn't leave her alone in the dark.

   She wanted that, no, she needed that. Her soul yelled in desperation, needing to find its other half, the half that would complete the woman. She would be complete. She would fill in the empty pit within her. She would be able to walk, laugh, sing, run, and dance too! She wouldn't be alone.

   So she waited.

   She waited, standing tall behind the window-pane frame. She would stand there day and night, not daring to leave her post. She would count the seconds, minutes, days, months until her Prince in silver metal chains on his dirt-less ivory horse would arrive. He would hold her hand, he would give her gifts, he would touch his lips against hers. She would be his, he would be hers.

   She would be his Princess, his Queen. No longer would she just be a simple woman, a lady, she would be royalty! She childishly looked up to the skies, pleading to the jewels of the night for hope.

   The woman was never going to be alone again, never.

   News ran along the wind, traveling across wooden wind chimes, blessing the ears of whoever heard. The woman who had been wishing on stars every single night had gasped at realising her wishes had come true.

   Her Prince had arrived.

   The woman's breath was stolen as her eyes never left his being. She watched from her window as he arrived, her hands shaking. His gorgeous pale horse trotted through the town, they both shined a glorious white glow like a halo that surrounded them everywhere they went. Their glow blinded the woman's eyes but the woman didn't mind, instead she basked in its warm bright glow.

   Her heart froze in place as she watched him smile, it was as if he was shaped by the gods himself.

   She would anxiously wait until he would appear in her window's view, tugging gently on the strands of her blonde hair. Her eyes would glow a beautiful shade of morning sky at his appearance. She would gulp at his figure, swooning and sighing.

   With a deep shaky breath, she asked if she could see him through the guise of a masquerade ball. Her heart was shaking as her stomach did flips. She invited everyone to the ball, wanting to see the very people she had stared at without the premise of a restricting glass.

   She stood behind a window once more, watching the day grow night as people walked in. The music, the costumes, the laughter, the people; the woman was tempted to leave the window, to leave the image of love she had made for herself for years but she stayed. She couldn't leave, he was waiting for her as she was waiting for him.

   The stars shone as the glow in the woman's eyes slowly faded as the night continued to go on. He wasn't coming. A peasant girl stood beside her, the woman had seen her before, the girl always wore a bright smile and hummed lightly till dawn.

   The blonde lady liked her, the girl had a comforting presence, she was similar to the warmth from a fireplace after a chilly day. The girl hugged her sad and empty soul, reassuring her with soft words. The peasant girl kindly wiped away her running tears.

   There had been rumours whispered across town that her Prince would propose to the blonde woman that night, the woman almost fainted from pure joy when she heard such news. But at that moment, the woman swore she was going to faint from anxiety.

   Suddenly all the lights turned on him. The woman swore she could hear an orchestra playing when his eyes met hers. Her soul and heart begged her to follow its red string that led itself to the Prince. The woman's glow instantly returned, the empty and dark pit was beginning to fill itself up. She grinned widely as she resisted her urge to jump into the Prince's arms. She instead glided down her castle steps and smoothly landed into his arms.

   His eyes were alluring, the woman falling further and further into his eyes. Her crying heart and screaming soul settled into a peaceful beat in his arms as they slowly danced. She could feel the lights of the stars staring at her, his face shining a brilliant hue from the skies. He stared at her, his eyes never leaving hers. Is this what it felt like to be complete? To be loved? To no longer be alone?

   She closed her eyes, embracing what she had finally wished for. After she had waited so long, there he was, holding her in his arms. She had gotten everything she wished for, she thanked the stars for listening to her prayers. The moment felt magical in itself. His arm held comfort around her waist while his other held her hand tightly, her hand encompassing a warmth that she silently smiled at. So this is what happily ever after feels like...

   She blocked out the music and the people staring at them, it was just her Prince and herself. She could feel herself floating on clouds—

   Floating?

   No.

   She was falling.

   Her heart began to scream.

   She was falling.

   No.

   No.

   No.

   The woman felt her hand in his, suddenly grow cold, the warmth that she had felt slowly turned into a burning ice . She held onto it tighter — her eyes still closed — desperate to catch that falling warmth. His touch on her waist slowly became loose, its tight embrace becoming no more.

  The woman dared to open her eyes, she expected to see the enchanted eyes of her Prince she had loved for as long as she knew, to see his staring eyes stare into hers with such love as she did.

   His eyes were no longer staring into hers.

   She recognised the glimmer in his eyes, the same glow she saw everyday in her reflection, the same glow that she had been so desperate for. Love. He held love in his eyes... but he wasn't looking at her...?

   The woman's lips began to slowly pout as she followed his loving stare. Her heart began to crack, it whimpered in pain but the woman still forced her eyes to stare at who he was looking at. Her soul begged her to stop, seeing the burning pain that her heart was going through. She ignored her soul's desperate pleas.

   He was staring at her.

   The peasant girl, the common girl.

   The simple girl who wore shades of dirty brown along her obviously homemade dress. Her hair was tied with a red string that didn't correlate to her dark dress. She was sweeping the mess that the rest of the guests had left, the girl was sweeping! All previous encounters with the girl had been forgotten, the warmth and her kind words had disappeared.

   The woman was confused, looking back between him and her. Her? Why her? What was so special about her? She was a common girl, she didn't come from a family of riches. She had no status! She wasn't even that pretty! So why?

   Once the ball had ended (and no proposal had ensued), the woman immediately locked herself in her room, dashing to the window that peaked out into the town. And there she stared as she saw the common girl, peacefully humming as she walked down an empty road. Why her? He was hers, not some random girl's.

   But from a hidden corner, the woman immediately noticed a glow, a glow all too familiar. A glow she once felt as warm, now reduced to a cold shiver down her back. She saw her Prince wistfully staring at that peasant girl as if she had risen along with the twinkling stars in the night sky.

   She stared out through her window at every hour, seeing her Prince so enchanted to see the peasant girl. The woman would try to invite him to small events and even one-on-one meetings, anything she could do to make him stare at her eyes with the love she had felt during that night, anything.

She gave millions of opportunities for him to propose to the blonde, the rumors blinding her eyes. The woman had just convinced herself that he had gotten distracted that night and would propose later on.

   And yet he would rarely respond to her letters, replies often being "I apologise but..." or "I appreciate the offer but..." or "I'm afraid that I can't... ". Scarce amount of occasions where he would respond yes, but on the blue moon occasions, the woman would jump from joy as her soul desperately cling on what it could.

   She would follow his presence wherever his footsteps went, she would stare at his sculpted face, memorising each and every detail. She memorised the slight curves around his cheeks, the sharp cut of a jawline, his posture and manner of speaking. She would stare deeply into his eyes, falling in a never-ending pit.

   But no matter how long or hard she stared, he didn't stare back. He didn't share the same look of love she had given him. She had given him her everything and she received nothing. She would stand right in front of him and his eyes would always trail straight to the glass-stained window behind her, his deep eyes staring at the peanut girl conveniently outside.

   While the blonde woman was known throughout the town for her cool beauty and her peaceful gazes, the common girl was known for her burst of energy. The peasant girl wasn't afraid to suddenly leap in the centre square, she didn't hesitate to sing loudly in the streets.

   She was like a shot of caffeinated spirit, whoever crossed paths with her felt as if they were bathing in her sunlight . She was energetic and enthusiastic. She shined an innocent sense of play and brought a different meaning to the word fun.

   Slowly but surely, the blonde woman began to realise that the peasant girl was everything she wasn't.

   The woman stared through the glass as she watched, falling, endlessly and hopelessly. She watched as he stepped towards the command girl, moving further away from the maiden restricted behind a window.

   She thought her heart would be pounding against her ribs, begging to be with him once more. But it didn't. Her heart was silent, it had been silent ever since that night, the night where she had everything then nothing. Her heart had died that night. It had died from the cracks, unable to repair itself. No wonder her soul had pleaded and screamed that night, her heart had been tortured until its voice broke.

   She pleaded and begged to the stars once more. She cried, her heavy tears staining her nightgown. The woman wished on the stars that he would stare at her once more, even if it was for the last time because while the woman had said hello, she never said goodbye. She would sacrifice anything and everything for one more time, just for her to relive that night one last time.

   She watched through the window as the Prince fumbled in front of the peasant girl once more, a stray tear escaping her eyes as she sadly smiled.

   She took a deep breath, if the Prince loved the peasant girl, so be it. Her endless invitations and meetings were only stealing his time away from her; all he wanted to do was spend his time with her.

   People did stupid things when they were in love, and the woman was no exception. Except her love wasn't stupid, it was selfless . She tugged her hair as she jumped into her pit, falling deep rock bottom, surrounded by darkness with no ray of light in sight. Just like how she was before.

   She jumped, sacrificing her happiness for the Prince she loved. She loved him, so like a stray that she had grown too attached to, she let him go. She let go of the tight hand she had on him and brought him to where his real Princess was. She introduced the two properly, pushing them towards their love story.

  It was as if the woman had loaded the bullets but the lovely couple had aimed right at her dead heart.

   She stood at her window once more, staring at the love she so strongly thought was hers. Her soul mourned the death of her heart while the woman mourned over a love she never had. She often thought the loud pleads of her heart was better than the silence in her room.

   She stared as they danced in moonlight, as they sang in the late hours of the night, she stared as if they were the Sun, the stars revolved around them. It was as if they stars had aligned for them, it was as if their story was written in the stars. The Prince was her world but to the Prince, she was just a simple asteroid that simply bothered him.

   The blonde then came to the conclusion as she continued to stare at them, that this story... it was never about her. This wasn't her story, and it would never be.

   With a deep sigh, she lifted her eyes from the laughing couple and stared at the stars; her heart was quiet, her mind loud but all she could truly hear was their ringing laughter of joy. She took a deep breath and looked through the window, continuing to wish for the impossible.

@ THE ENTIRETY OF THE
LA BOUFF LINEAGE

This is the fairytale of the La Bouff family! The La Bouff story is essentially the story of the second lead but unlike the rest of the fairytales and destinies, The Tale of the Window Princess is the most changeable and flexible story. This story literally bends to the will of other stories, it shapes itself to whatever Prince's story she is assigned to. This is called a "variation".

This is confusing, I know. The story will go into this more later so don't worry if you don't understand. it's just lore typa shit 😌💅🏽

don't take the fairytale so seriously cus it gets altered A LOT depending on the prince's story.

DID ANYONE SEE MY ANDREW GARFIELD REFERENCE BWHAHAHA CHOOSE UR CHAMPION (andrew's version) "she was like a shot of espresso" vs (my version) "she was like a shot of caffeinated spirit"

get urself a partner that describes you the way andrew described emma 😭😭

within the fairytale, there's a conflict between choosing romantic love, and love for the people around her. this conflict is going to be seen more closely within evangeline's character—choosing between her fairytale "love" or choosing her rebellion (SPOILER ALERT! it's the latter)

the idea of looking through a window is also a very important motif within the book. the window serves as a barrier between evangeline and everyone else, the observer and the outside world. there's this feeling of torture of still managing to look at what's happening but never being part of the moment.

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