Passing the cherry bush and entering the rose arbour, the mischievous, poetic princess’ mind was occupied by her current writing. “What rhymes with lovelight?” she pondered.
Suddenly she caught the flash of a smouldering pink gown. Rushing to investigate the movement of outrageous pink she lost one of her ruby slippers.
An alabaster vase, discarded by the intruder, made her trip. A rustle amid the falls of fuchsias with their pale buds caused her to look up. Before her hovered a fairy with coral essence wings.
“I need to find a peaceful place where I can sleep tight.” The fairy said.
The princess pointed to the white chapel surrounded by powdered snow with a pink powderpuff hue. Pink confetti still covered the crackled path.
In a pink wink the fairy was gone.