This is the story I won’t be telling you tonight. No handsome prince wakes, eyes filled with tears he has and hasn’t cried. No mug of chocolate will sweeten this one in the telling. This is the story I have and haven’t told you. How could I? What beautiful princess, eyes half-full sleeps with her gown around her head, no prince of stories to bring her chocolate. I couldn’t finish this story. The prince leans on his sword beside an upturned mug. Around the magic tower the roses grow too thick for words, or for the prince who has broken the only vow he didn’t swear: no chocolate, no more stories.