Someday your prince will come... |
| "Yer late," I glowered at the young man standing in my doorway. He shuffled from one foot to the other, cap in-hand, uncharacteristically nervous. "Yer here about a woman, ain't ya?" I sneered. The man's chiseled jaw dropped open in surprise. "How did you know?" I rolled my eyes, "That's what yer always here fer." I gestured to the chair across from my desk and opened the folder while he got comfortable. "I've got the perfect mark fer ya, today. Her name is---" "Is this safe?" the man interrupted. "Because last time I nearly died fighting a dragon." He crossed his arms over his muscular chest and frowned. "This one's easy," I assured him. "Yeah," he snorted, "that sounds familiarā¦" "This one," I pointed a stubby finger at my paper, "is lyin' in a glass box in the woods. She's waitin' fer a kiss to wake her up." The man narrowed his eyes. "Is that all?" "Wellā¦" "I knew it!" His scabbard clattered against the desk as he jumped to his feet. "If there's another dragon--" "There ain't!" I scowled. "My sources say she's guarded by seven little fellers." "Right. Andā¦?" "Andā¦her stepma's a real witch." "Can she turn into a dragon?" "The princess? Don't every woman after marriage?" I chuckled. He blinked at me and I coughed the laugh away. "Look, I've got another one here who just needs ya to find her lost slipper. She's got two ugly stepsistersā¦" He shuddered, "I'll take the one in the box." He took the file and I took his gold. I smiled to myself as he mounted his white steed and galloped away. Every broad wants her Happily Ever After and I was more than willing to give it to themā¦for a price. |