She always believed she had the fairytale, the one with the charming prince and happily ever after. How many fairytales had I read like hers before ? None. Her prince left abruptly with no explanation, he went riding into the sunset and took the happily ever after with him. She cried for him a whole year only to realise her prince was not really the prince, he was the evil villain. But then surely a fairytale needs to have a prince I hear you say and I agree with you. The real prince came, with love meant only for her, but by then she had stopped believing in happy endings, stopped believing in fairytales. By then she had realised a broken heart can never love as much; can never be as pure and whole. The villain had done the unthinkable: he had ruined her love for the prince. Sure this fairytale is different, the princess is damaged, the prince is too far away and the villain is dangerously near. But that,my dear, still does not stop it from being a fairytale.