Rewrite that Fairy Tale!

Prague, Office Building in Smichov, 30th November 2015

“Hey, I wrote a fairy tale. Wanna read it?”, I asked my colleague Jana as soon as she arrived to the office.

“You wrote a fairy tale?”

“That’s what I said. Wanna read it or not?”

“Sure. Send it over.”


A fairy tale to re-write

I have a fairy tale to re-write. The original version from November is okay – but I don’t quite like the ending. Would you be up for helping me re-write it?

But first things first – the fairy tale. In case you’d prefer to watch it / listen to it, it’s on YouTube. After you watch it, then you can just scroll to the part “The Writer” below.

In case you prefer the reading – here you go:


The King and the Bard

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there was a magnificent king. A king who fought and won many battles, conquered many lands and to whom many rivals have surrendered.

He was almost 2 meters tall and despite the fact his hair was almost all gray, his face was scarred and he was limping on his left leg, he was still as strong as a grizzly.

He was widowed, but one day his closest ally sent him his 18 year old daughter as a bride, to strengthen the ties between their lands.

Her long black hair, sparkling light blue eyes and a playful smile enchanted him in a second. “It’s such a privilege to meet the most powerful man in the known world”, she said, tilting her head and fluttering her long black eyelashes. The king fell in love in that instant – and made her his queen in a month.

The young queen enjoyed the king’s company, as well as her time in the castle. Most of all, the queen loved listening to music, and in these terms, her new home had a lot to offer.

Everything was working well, with a single exception. The king’s favorite musician – a handsome Bard whose music could make a rock dance – fell in love with the young queen too. And often when he played his lute at a ball or a dinner, as if enchanted, he couldn’t let his eyes go off her.

The king himself could overlook such unimportant matters, but rumors started spreading. So one day, with a grieving heart, the king had decided that he had send the bard away.

“I have always valued your service. And you have always been very loyal to me. Thus, let me give you a very special gift. A lute made of magic wood, that when you play it, will help you get the heart of any woman that you set your mind on.”

The bard was hurt. He did not want to leave the kingdom that was his home for so many years. He did not want to leave his king. And he did not want to leave the young queen he lost his eyes for. But he knew he had to.

In the evening, he was sitting alone in his chamber, ready to depart early in the morning. A knock on the door. The young queen.

“Hey. I heard you’ll be leaving the kingdom. That’s a pity. Will you play for me? One last time?”

The bard hesitated. But when he looked the queen in the eyes – he knew he would.

He took the magical lute he received from the king and played her favorite song.

But this time, there was something strange about the sound the strings made – and this time, the young queen did not smile when listening. She would be looking the bard in the eyes intently, while her own eyes were filling with tears.

For the first time, did not see in her a proud young lady, but a lonely soul longing for understanding.

“Take me with you, Bard. I want to leave this castle forever.”

The bard felt like in a dream. Loyalty to the king, his future, his life – everything suddenly seemed insignificant when compared to being with the one he loved for so long.

“Yes”, said the bard. “Come with me.”

They sneaked into the stables and rode out of the castle. In that gallop, neither of them has noticed the sound the lute produced as the cold wind was licking its wooden body.

It was not more than an hour before they heard barking of dogs and the sound of the hooves of the riders chasing them.

They didn’t have a chance. A group of 20 soldiers from the king’s guard forced them to get off their horses and tied each of them to a tree, facing each other. The king arrived a few minutes later in full armor, as if coming into a battle. On his back he had his favorite weapon. A warhammer. He jumped off his horse, his face twisted in fury. He walked to the young queen first.

“I am disappointed”, he said. “I gave you everything you needed and you still wanted to betray me, to escape my castle – with a bard? I didn’t deserve that.” He took his warhammer and swung it in full strength aimed at the queen’s head. He missed by an inch and dug a hole in the trunk.

“But you are my wife and I love you. And you deserve a second chance.”

He took the warhammer from the tree and went towards the one to which the bard was tied. “I am disappointed. I gave you a lute that could get you any woman in the world and you steal my wife from me? Did you think I was stupid? There is more to the lute than I told you. Even the lightest touch of a wind on its body lets it ring – in a slight noise for an ear of a human – but like a siren’s scream in the ears of dogs. I would be able to find you anywhere in the world.”

He lifted his warhammer and as he swung it towards the bard’s head, he shouted in his face: “Maybe you also deserve a second chance…”

…and as the warhammer hit its target, the young queen screamed so loudly that the birds sitting in the branches flew away and the dogs started whining.

“…but we don’t always get what we deserve.”

He untied the queen that was now white as a chalk, eyes wide open, staring into nowhere and sobbing quietly. He put her on his horse and they rode back to the castle.

Where they lived until the end of their days.


The Writer

Prague, Office Building in Smichov, 30th November 2015

“Interesting”, my colleague says when she finishes. “I’m wondering… Is any of the characters representing you?”

Having exepected that question, I answer with a self-satisfied smirk: “I am the guy who wrote the story. ALL of the characters are representing me. In a way.”

“Okay.” She responds, leaving something in the air.

I lose the psychological battle. “What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s just – I was wondering. Why does the guy who wrote the story make EVERYONE lose in the end?”

A moment of silence. A flash of doubts. But I stick to my line.

“Sometimes, everyone loses.”


Your Turn

Düsseldorf, 23rd July 2016

During a morning walk on the riverside of Rhine, I remembered this story. And the conversation with my colleague. There’s nothing terrible about fairy tales with dark endings. But I kind of got tired of stories where everyone loses.

Now I want… something different.

A blank note in my Evernote is open; my fingers are ready to type.

Now your turn. How should the story go?

Tell me.


Featured Image taken from unsplash.com, used under Creative Commons Zero.

Note: My colleague’s name was changed.

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2 thoughts on “Rewrite that Fairy Tale!

  1. Hi Lukáš, this is a very touching story. There is one point you might build on: the queen isn’t in love with the musician. (It is never said). She is only longing for understanding.
    She has been handled with as you would handle an object. She is unhappy. Sent by her father as a gift, refused the music she loves, she leaves the castle because she wants adventure, because she wants to chose her own life, not because she wants to betray the king. And the power of the lute didn’t work on her because the musician also didn’t really want to betray the king. After the king spares her life, she might speak up, suggest another solution, ask for the interest of the king, explain why she left and why she is unhappy and induce the musician to be sent on a quest instead into exile. Heartbroken but still courageous because the queen has spoken up for him, he takes the challenge. The lute might be his weapon on this quest. Up to you to chose the type of quest and what happens. The lute may have more powers. However, at some point, the lute might fall into the hand of a gifted young girl who would play to him and thus gain his love. In between, the king would understand that his wife doesn’t love him but that he ows her a place of honor in the kingdom. A good understanding would appear between the king and the queen which would get the respect of her husband through the support she has become for him.
    The musician could then come home happily married and would hand the lute back to the king who would finally then gain the love of his wife by giving her what she longs for: music.
    And all lived happily ever after.

  2. Hello Cécile, these are brilliant insights. It’s so interesting to see where a story can go if we declare that it has an open ending and that we’re ready to re-write it. There are so many opportunities to add depth to the characters whose traits were painted just in a few sketches. It’s up to each of us to choose which direction to take. I already know what the new story will look like. I’ll certainly add a flavor of what you wrote. Looking forward to hearing some stories of yours – I’m sure you have many to tell.

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