this is so totally self-indulgent, but I saw that
aradiachiba had requested fairy tale retellings for
yuletide last year, and I love The Twelve Dancing Princesses, so... I kind of couldn't help myself. I hope she likes it! (everybody who writes fic, go over to the Yuletide site and write New Year's Resolution fic before it closes for this year's sign-ups!)
title: The Seventh Dancing Princess
author:
meretricula
recipient:
aradiachiba
fandom: Fairy Tales (trad)
rating: G
word count: 2700
summary: Prima was, in her own way, rather pleased by the curse. All well and good for her, Septima thought crossly when she heard their father's proclamation regarding the reward for uncursing his daughters; whatever man managed to figure it out would clearly choose either the eldest or the youngest, and as the youngest was twelve, unless he was a disgusting pedophile he would choose the eldest. Meanwhile, Septima would never see sixteen again, and her chances of finding a husband who even recognized her as an individual rather than one-twelfth of one, let alone liked her, were even smaller now that she was one-twelfth of a cursed conglomerate.
The Seventh Dancing Princess
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title: The Seventh Dancing Princess
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fandom: Fairy Tales (trad)
rating: G
word count: 2700
summary: Prima was, in her own way, rather pleased by the curse. All well and good for her, Septima thought crossly when she heard their father's proclamation regarding the reward for uncursing his daughters; whatever man managed to figure it out would clearly choose either the eldest or the youngest, and as the youngest was twelve, unless he was a disgusting pedophile he would choose the eldest. Meanwhile, Septima would never see sixteen again, and her chances of finding a husband who even recognized her as an individual rather than one-twelfth of one, let alone liked her, were even smaller now that she was one-twelfth of a cursed conglomerate.
The Seventh Dancing Princess