Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in a kingdom far, far away. He was a gallant, handsome young man, trained in the finer ways of the world. His parents, the King and Queen, were so proud of him. He was growing up in grace, and in time, he would be ready to rule the kingdom.
And as handsome princes go, many ladies from different kingdoms longed to be the princess by his side. So, many balls were arranged for him to meet them all. In one of those beautiful balls, he met this mysterious princess, and he was charmed.
Soon, he invited her over to his palace. They talked and talked and found many things in common.
They fell in love. He called her my princess, and she called him her prince charming. The engagement was finally announced.
The days that followed were pure bliss. Days of togetherness, strolling in the gardens, riding horses, or simply enjoying sunsets at the balcony. They were truly in love.
But such days were not meant to last. Unknown to the prince, the princess had two souls - a bright, beautiful one and another: dark, evil, lustful.
This was her deepest secret. While one soul would be all good and loving, her other soul would be restless and mischievous and unfaithful. And the battles of her two souls were tormenting her.
Her parents, aware of her struggle, put her away in a convent for years. She learned to deal with her evil soul through prayers and sacrifices. And for a while, it seemed like she succeeded.
However, even as she enjoyed the beauty of true love in the arms of her prince charming, her evil soul re-awakened. And on full moon evenings, as her prince lay peacefully in slumber, she would don a black hooded coat, and escape on a moonbeam. She would do her dastardly deeds in the neighboring villages.
The day of the wedding drew near. She struggled and struggled to keep her evil soul from manifesting. She sought more prayers, more rituals and incantations. Yet just like clockwork when the moon was full, her evil soul would emerge. And her good soul could not put up a fight.
During one fateful night, as she was transforming, her prince charming awoke. And he jumped out of the bed in fear at the sight of a witch in black on his bed. The princess-witch, however, caught by surprise, froze by the moonlight.
He approached her and pulled her hood. And he understood.
Silver tears started streaming on her face as she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. With shame, she showed him her true color: her dark and evil soul. Yet he still showed so much love, a love she would not understand nor deserve.
She looked at him and told him that all the love he had for her could not keep her from manifesting who she really was: both good and evil. And for his benefit, and her peace, she bid him goodbye.
She had grown tired of the daily battles of her twin souls. And she could only accept this as her fate. And though she pined for true love that would last eternity, that was something she would never have.
With one last kiss, she donned her cape and stepped on the moonbeam.
And they didn't live happily ever after.