Inside the stone castle, a woman's cries rang through the cold halls. Sat in a pink blanket-y lump atop her canopied bed, Cerise let her mascara run down her rosy cheeks, snot drip onto her upper lip, and thick saliva form strings as she wailed. She wasn’t regularly pretty, so when her husband-to-be, the prince, walked into her tissue-strewn room and caught sight of her state of hysteria, he was a...