The Ritual
My story unfolds as Carabosse (a/k/a the evil witch in The Sleeping Beauty) is getting ready to attend the King and Queen’s celebration of the christening of their new baby daughter. She was not invited to the event. Perhaps the invitation was lost in the mail or the text never came through, either way Carabosse is going, invite or no invite. I would guess most people imagine Carabosse as angry in this situation. I imagine her as sad. Sad and hurt. The sting of not being included and invited among the other enchanted royalty would have sliced through her emotions. Was she not good enough, her powers not strong enough, what could possibly be the reason for not being included? Hurt soon turns to rage, which she quenches by putting a spell on the beautiful child…. The Kiss of Death…. Pirouette.
“Carabosse” by Delia Sherman
There were twelve fairies at the feast. Never
Thirteen. The day the queen gave birth, the king
Sent out twelve messengers on horses,
One to each of us, begging us
To bless her, name her, crown her with our favor.
So we came.
There was a banquet — well, there’d have to be,
With jewelled plates and cups, the usual fee
For fairy-godmothering. My sisters returned
The usual gifts: Beauty. Wit. A lovely voice.
Goodness (of course). Good taste (that was Martha,
Wincing at the jewelled cups, the queen’s gown).
Grace. Patience. An ear for music. Dexterity
(To help her learn Princessly skills, as sewing
Dancing, playing the lute). Amiability.
Intelligence.
I meant to give her a long life.
I raised my wand and caught her eyes. They were
Gray and awake. Her cheeks were flushed with pink,
Her hair transparent down. She batted at
My wand and laughed. The court transfixed me
With expectant eyes — the king and queen,
My sisters, ladies, nobles, serving men,
Waiting for my gift. I considered
Her life, her marriage to a prince raised
Blind to the world behind the jewelled cups,
And said, “Sweet child, I give your life to you
To lead as you will, to go or stay, to use
My sisters’ gifts, or let them be. Rule
In your own right, consortless and free.
If you choose.”
The king raged; the queen wept; my sisters
Stood aghast. Not marry? The kiss of death,
A harsher curse than marriage to a frog,
Or kissing a hedgehog, or serving a witch, or even
Herding geese, since all these led to mating.
As a good fairy, I did what I could; I gave her
A hundred years’ sleep, a hedge of briars, a spell
That would sort her suitors, test them for grace,
For patience, for wit and intelligence and good taste,
For amiability and a lovely voice.
A man who would be her mate,
Not her master.
HAIR: Thorn Queen Hair by Violent Seduction ~ An Enchantment Event
COLLAR: Banded Collar {black} by The Forge ~ Available at The Countdown Room
NECKLACE: Iron Cross Necklace {Black} by LNS Designs ~ Available at the World Goth Fair
BRACER: Hawk Bracer by The Forge ~ Available at The Countdown Room
RING: San La Muerte Ring by ImmateriA
CROWN: Fantasy Crown {Bright Purple} by Leo ~ Available at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
HEAD ADORNMENT: Cascading Peony {gold} by CerberusXing ~ Rare ~ Available at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
NAILS: Basics Nailpolish Pack {Dark&Monochrom} by Adore & Abhor
FACE TATTOO: Warpaint {Tribal 6} by Bite&Claw ~ Rare ~ Available at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
EYESHADOW: Fantasy Shadow {Black} by Highlife {gacha}
POSE & PROP: Picture In the Attic by NanTra ~ Available at the World Goth Fair
The Sleeping Beauty Ballet (Tchaikovsky) – The Introduction (Allegro Vivo – Andantino) & Prologue: “The Christening”: I. March (Moderato)
