Princess Alessa part 2

One day, when Princess Alessa was drawing up in her tower, she heard her Aunt yelling about something. It sounded like her dressmaker did not sew the stitches in her dress evenly... again.

So, Alessa ignored her Aunt's complaining and continued to work on her art. She was a dazzling artist, always painting beautiful pictures. She did not know (she was not allowed downstairs) but Bertha was hanging the paintings on the wall and telling people she painted them. Even so, if Alessa had known, she wouldn't have minded. She was an easy going person who didn't mind being taken advantage of when it came to the little things. Alessa was a graceful, kind, loving person and only did what was best for others, despite her growing up in a tower with a witch for a caregiver.

While the Princess painted, the queen suddenly thought of a big problem in her grand scheme of life. She would die eventually, the princess would come out, and then the world would see what she really looks like. She had to find a way to stop it. But how?

Just as she was thinking this, a handsome young prince, Cristian, from a far off kingdom sat on his throne, lonely as ever. The prince had searched everywhere for a bride, but all that were available were shallow, and only liked him for his gorgeous looks. He needed to find someone who liked him for who he was. He had just begun to feel like it was a lost cause when his most trusted advisor came into the throne room looking excited beyond belief.

"Sire! I have found a princess from a land far away that may meet the criteria that you have put before the princesses!" The advisor, Sir Anthony, was a small man. Weak in muscular department, but he had a presence that filled the room when he spoke. "Her name is Alessa. No one has seen her since her birth, but the rumors are that she is unspeakably nice."

"Why has no one seen her?" Cristian asked confused.

"Well, that's the catch. According to the rumor, she is so disgustingly ugly, that the beautiful queen had her locked up in a tower, as to spare the eyes of the townsfolk."

"No one can be that ugly Anthony."

"Yes, that is what I believe also." Anthony replied. "Would you like to take a trip to meet her?"

"Well, there isn't any other option. So yes. Tell the servants to get the carriages ready. We will leave at once," Cristian said, pretending to be excited for Anthony's sake. Even though he did want a princess who was kind, he didn't want her to be ugly. She didn't have to be beautiful, but ugly was a stretch. But then, maybe he was acting shallow just thinking that. Yes, he decided he was. He would meet the princess and decide then, not based upon her looks, but her actions. And besides, she couldn't be as ugly as they say if the queen is so beautiful.