No. 580

“If only you’d kissed me, we wouldn’t be here right now!” he shouted across no-man’s land.

“You are a frog!” the Princess called back. “It was disgusting then, and it’s disgusting now!”

“So many have died,” said the Frog. “And for what? You know I’m a prince!”

“You chose revenge. You started the war,” said the Princess. “Don’t play innocent now. Look at your army, and tell me if it was worth it.”

The Frog looked back and surveyed his men. The battles had taken a toll. They would follow their commander, human or not, but it was clear that they would not last much longer.

“One last request?” he asked the Princess.

The Princess, from behind her castle walls, watched the amphibian at the head of his troops. In a way, she respected him. It had taken courage to lead a nation into battle, despite the witch’s spell. Still, she was a Princess, and she couldn’t be expected to put her royal lips on any old slimy creature that asked. She sighed, imagining what could have been.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way,” she replied to her tiny suitor.

The Frog blinked slowly, knowing what was next.

The Princess turned to return to her chambers. On the way, she whispered a single word to the general standing beside her.

“Fire.”