Parting is such sweet sorrow...

Or, you know, something like that.

Come on, these are fairy tales, not Shakespeare, okay?

The last one, and (i must admit) a bit of relief. Writing in a new category is intimidating...

ALMOST HERE- THE ACADEMY IS

"So listen up.
I worked in daylight feeding fashion to housewives.
For just this once, I'll take my chances on truck stops and state lines"

She really does look beautiful, but that has more to do with soap and water and less to do with magic than I should admit. Even the faint shimmering of fairy dust lingering around her pales in comparison to the breathtaking glow the scullery maid is emanating. Something else is shining through her eyes as she practices a low, royal curtsy in front of the mirror, stealing shy glances at herself in disbelief. I don't see it often enough, but I know what it is. It's purity, compassion, kindness and humility. It's everything that makes a good person.

Everything that makes a good princess.

The prince will surely fall for her tonight, he would be a fool not to. Granted, such characteristics do tend to run in noble blood, but this one seems to be the exception. Yes, tonight their eyes shall meet across the dance floor, her heart will skip a bit and his breath will lodge in his throat as they tumble swiftly and madly into love. The two will be wed, the kingdom will rejoice, and they will live happily ever after.

Sigh.

I might have helped a hundred couples find their way to true love, but every story is still as beautiful as the first. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic. That was the reason I chose this occupation. After I finished primary magic, there were dozens of careers to choose from in advanced training, but godmother is really the only thing I ever considered. I figured it would be a dream job, all dresses and dancing and the like, and don't get me wrong, for the most part it is. It's just…well, I never figured that I would be putting so much effort into helping others fall in love, that I wouldn't get a chance to do so myself.

Not to say that I'm bitter though, far from it. I've made a life out of living vicariously through my goddaughters, and helping them find happiness has almost made up for not having a love of my own. I do my job thoroughly, researching my daughters potential suitors to ensure a perfect match and therefore a perfect life.

But…

Oh dear, I just don't know! Something happened last night when I was watching him at the palace, something I can't explain! He just…he struck something inside of me, a feeling I've helped come to existence so many times before and yet it was completely foreign when it was happening to me.

I love him, and I just can't help it. I know he should love her…but I simply can't let that be. She's infatuated with her reflection, so much that she doesn't noticed the attic door swinging shut behind me, the lock clicking softly into place. I still hear her melodious humming as I float down the rickety staircase, my modest robes shifting into a gown fitting of a prince's wife.

I'm done with always being a bridesmaid, it's time to be a bride.

Our time is almoooooooooooooooooooost, our time is almost here!