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Beauty Lies Within

By: Kara

Once upon a time in the small town of Grimshaw, there lived a beautiful princess.
Now this princess did not possess the most striking good looks, but rather she was of great intelligence and character.
Her father, King Bob, thought of his daughter as merely a possession and sold her
into marriage the day she born. Bridget was an ugly baby in his eyes and he figured he should sell her to make sure she was taken care of. The princess, Bridget, was promised to Prince Kevin from birth and was to marry him on her eighteenth birthday.
Bridget, now seventeen, was not looking forward to her pre-arranged marriage. She felt she did
not love this boy, whom she had never even met, and despised her father for being so cruel. She believed her father to be extremely old-fashioned and she, a modern woman, was not about to put up with this.
It came to be that Bridget's birthday was soon approaching. One day, Bridget, out in the
garden sobbing, was discovered by a young boy about her age. This stranger, much like Bridget was not strikingly handsome, but by contrast did not seem to be the richest young chap by the appearance of his clothes. He confronted her, listened to her problems, and talked to her for hours.

Bridget found herself falling in love with this nameless stranger. If only he was the one she
could marry, she thought. Bridget went back inside her house, but only after promising to meet the boy the very next day, same time, same place.
Bridget pondered approaching her mother, Queen Rita, with her excitement of a new found
love, but rejected that idea. Her mother, much like her father, did not truly understand her and looked down upon her for not being beautiful on the outside.

Bridget continued to meet the unknown boy every day for a month. Bridget was deeply in love
with him, and she was sure that he felt the same way. Finally, it was the day before Bridget's eighteenth birthday. Her mysterious love met her in the garden yet again, but this time Bridget could not control her emotions.
"Oh, what should I do? Please find me a way out of this terrible fate!" Bridget cried.
"My dearest Bridget, I fear that a poor boy like me can do you no good. Marry this prince and forget about me."
"But him, I do not love, and you I love with all my heart. Save me from my destiny" Bridget sobbed.
"I'm sorry, I can't. But some day, if only in heaven, I promise we will be together." And with that, the boy disappeared into the night. Bridget, overcome with sadness, returned home to sleep, only to look forward to awaking in the morning to face her nightmare. Just before retiring to sleep, Bridget cried into the night from her window.
"Oh fool, I care nothing of money. Love is all I need and I would rather marry anyone than some stupid rich prince!"

Bridget awoke the next morning, and pleaded with her mother and father to release her
from her misery, with no results. She dressed herself in her wedding gown and fled to the garden to enjoy her last few moments of solidarity. The day passed beneath her, and the night was soon approaching. Bridget's time was running out. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"We meet again." Bridget, startled, looked up only to find her love, dressed like a prince on his wedding day, staring down at her. Awestruck, Bridget whispered,
"You?" The boy smiled,
"Oops, I guess it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."
"Kevin, it's you? All along it's been you?"
"Yes my love. Come on, let's escape into the night and leave behind your controlling parents. My parents have made it possible for us to be together in my palace" Kevin said. Bridget was so ecstatic to get away from her so-called parents who had never looked past her appearance to see how beautiful she was inside.

And so, Kevin and Bridget fled from Bridget's hellish property, never to look back.
They now live in the palace of Kevin's family, where worth is judged by neither looks nor wealth rather by who you are on the inside.

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