The Witch and The Princess: An Unexpected Pairing

Once upon a time, in a magical world, there was one rule: every witch must have a princess. This wasn’t a suggestion, nor a “good to have”—it was mandatory. A freshly graduated young witch, however, couldn’t quite understand it.

“A princess? What for? Is she like a pet?” the young witch asked.

The older witch raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “You’ll understand when you’re older. A princess is a very practical tool. You can use her for all sorts of magical experiments—poison testing, spell trials, you name it. The more delicate, the better. They’re perfect for all sorts of tests. Even if things go wrong, they don’t die—mostly. You see, princesses make great… human test tubes.”

The young witch frowned. “But they’re so loud! They scream the minute you catch them. The only option is to lock them in a cage. And then there’s the problem: where does my dog sleep?”

The older witch smirked. “Dogs guard the house. A princess? She’ll clean your rooms for you. She’s a multitasker.”

“She can cook too? Fine. Give her two cages, she’s worth it!” The young witch was determined to find a princess.

However, princesses weren’t easy to come by. They were either kidnapped by dragons, married off to princes, or turned into swans by other witches. In this day and age, a princess who wasn’t tied to some story was as rare as a unicorn. Eventually, the young witch narrowed down her target.

She found a beautiful princess living in a rich kingdom. The princess had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as dark as ebony. The only problem? She was a little too young and a bit clumsy. But the witch didn’t mind—any princess would do.

The witch snuck into the palace to steal the princess. But just as she was about to grab her, the king—looking like someone going through a midlife crisis—caught her.

“What are you doing?” the king scowled.

The witch, calm as ever, replied, “I came to steal your princess for magical experiments.”

The king raised an eyebrow. “Judging by your shabby appearance, you must be a witch from the Dark Forest. You’ve just passed level six of magic, right? Stealing a minor princess is punishable by three years in prison, or death. Guards, burn her!”

But, seeing the witch’s alluring charm, the king paused. “Wait… you’re actually quite… cute. What’s your name?”

The witch raised an eyebrow. “Witch.”

“Ah, ‘Witch,’ huh? Well, let’s not burn you then. How about we… talk? After all, I’m a divorced man, I could use a companion for my old age.”

The witch rolled her eyes internally. “Are you serious? Do you even know who I am? I graduated from a magical academy. I’m not interested in ‘cozying up’ with someone like you.”

The king waved his hand dismissively. “Well, whatever. I’m also a second-time-around kind of guy. Who’s picky about who they spend time with, right?”

The witch sighed. The reality of life was always harsher than dreams. She reluctantly agreed to marry the king, but she was far from thrilled. Her dreams of studying magic and dragons were now shattered.

Yet the princess wasn’t having an easy life either. She had everything: beauty, wealth, a horde of suitors, but she felt… empty. “What’s the point of all this?” she thought. “I have all this beauty, money, and men vying for my attention… but none of it matters.”

She cried every night, hugging her latest Hermes bag in a huge, empty bed, while princes outside battled each other to win her favor. She didn’t care. She didn’t want any of it. It was all so annoying.

That was until the witch arrived in her room. The witch quietly placed a pea under the princess’s bed and asked, “How does it feel?”

The princess immediately started complaining, “It’s too hard! I can feel something poking me!”

The witch smiled to herself, satisfied. “Perfect. You’re a real princess after all.”

The princess was taken aback and suddenly thought, “This witch is different from everyone else. She doesn’t treat me like a prize or a pet. She doesn’t even think I’m special! How strange!”

From that moment on, the princess decided she would conquer the witch.

She sent the witch lavish gifts, invited her to tea parties, and tried everything to get the witch’s attention. But the witch was completely uninterested. All the witch cared about was her experiments.

“Do you like this dress? I’ll make you one like it,” the princess would ask.

The witch would reply nonchalantly, “I don’t need clothes. I have more important things to do.”

“Do you want to go for a ride in my new carriage?” the princess would offer.

The witch rolled her eyes. “Not interested. I’m busy with experiments.”

The princess, growing more and more frustrated, asked one day, “You’re always busy. What exactly are you doing?”

The witch looked up from her cauldron, stirring a thick, glowing liquid. “This is Gold Manure extract. It’s a rare substance, and if I can purify it, I’ll get the Nobel Magic Prize. But it’s highly reactive, so I need someone to help me determine its purity.”

The princess was unimpressed. “What’s that?”

The witch’s eyes gleamed. “You wouldn’t understand. But I need your help. Can you tell me the color of this extract? The color tells me the purity…”

The princess, bored, looked at the liquid and casually said, “42.4%.”

The witch stared in disbelief. “You can see that? Incredible!”

The witch, no longer chasing the princess away, now welcomed her to help with experiments. The princess realized she was important to the witch now. But despite all of this, she still felt unsatisfied. The witch cared about Gold Manure. The princess just wanted attention.

“Tomorrow is my coming-of-age ceremony. What will you give me as a gift?” the princess asked eagerly.

The witch replied sternly, “You shouldn’t be so shallow. Focus on yourself. Don’t just be a parasite.”

The princess pouted, “I already eat your rice! What else do you want from me?”

Frustrated, the princess stormed out of the palace and moved into a tiny house with seven dwarfs. Days passed, and the witch finally came looking for her.

“Why are you here?” the princess snapped.

The witch simply said, “You can’t take up seven beds. Come back with me.”

The princess huffed. “I don’t want to go back! You’re so mean to me! I just wanted you to get me things, like Dabao!”

The witch frowned. “What’s Dabao? Are you talking about a new brand?”

The princess threw a tantrum and left again. But the witch came back yet again, offering her a Dabao product.

The princess, now thoroughly fed up, took the gift and threw it on the ground. “I don’t need your stuff!” she yelled.

The witch just sighed and pulled out some Plum Blossoms perfume.

“Fine, here, have some of this.”

The princess, realizing she was in no position to argue, took the perfume, and happily followed the witch home.

Back at the witch’s cabin in the forest, the princess began a new, fulfilling life, assisting with magical experiments and chores.

And the witch? She eventually won the Nobel Magic Prize.

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The End