When my parents insisted that I find a wife, there were only three princesses left.
The first one hissed at me like a cat and spat in my face.
The second one was beautiful, but only nine years old.
The third one had been imprisoned in a tower for many years, with only birds for company.
I broke the door down and climbed a hundred stairs to save her.
When I reached her room she tried to escape me, fluttering from wall to wall and squawking.
When I tried to catch her she leapt from the window and was never seen again.