Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the shit hit the fan on hot and sunny day. Quite literally, and definitely on purpose, a rather large handful of horse shit was tossed onto the fan leading into the ladies’ drawing room.
Why, you may ask. Well, this is because of Cinderella. Oh, no, not the quiet, kind, and submissive Cinderella that you’ve heard about. No, that story was watered down and cleaned up for foreign dignitaries, trading partners, and future generations. After all, no one really wants to hear that the new queen of the country was a black bellied murderer when you come to negotiate trade agreements, right?
If the real story got out, the merchants and foreign dignitaries would just stop coming, and the economic strength of the country would plummet. No, it’s best to let those unsuspecting suckers, ahem, vital trading partners come in expecting the kind and gentle new royalty, that way, our country can ambush and blackmail, I mean, get a better deal .
What’s the real story, you ask? Are you sure you want to know? After all, it will ruin all of your illusions about the good and kind Cinderella that you’ve heard about.
Note From Jules: What do you think of this story opener? Is it too heavy-handed or is it interesting to you?