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Once there was a giant castle in the middle of Nowhere Land, and in it there lived a queen, a king, and their three daughters. The oldest princess was gorgeous, the middle was drop dead beautiful, and the third was as plain as all get out. The older sisters never let her forget it, and her parents couldn't care less.
One day...

A prince from another kingdom came to Nowhere Land, and knocked at the castle door. When Jeeves, the doorman, answered, the prince asked to see the king. When he was taken to the king, the prince bowed low. "I am Prince Footodor, and I have journeyed far from Odorland. I have come to seek a beautiful princess whom I might make my bride, for we have no beautiful ladies in Odorland." The king...

who was anxious to form an alliance with Odorland, immediately thought of his oldest daughter. He took Footador inside and summoned the oldest, whose name was Smellanice. The King introduced them, and Footodor immediately said...

"Oh my, but you are beautiful."
Smellanice smiled flirtingly and strutted about him in a circle as if to show herself off. He watched, enchanted and hypnotized by her beauty. Just then...

Prince footorder's real wife, Princess Gralic breath stormed into the castle. "you dispicable, evil brute! I dispise you! I hate you!" And with those words Princess Garlicbreath took pricess Smellanice and....

Who knows what she would have done to Princess Smellanice had the king not intervened. "Enough!" he cried, pulling the two girls apart. "Smellanice, please go to your room. Something is amiss here, and I'm going to find out what." Smellanice scowled and stalked out of the room. Then the king (who, we have neglected to mention, was named Bo) spun to face Prince Footodor and Princess Garlicbreath. "What is going on here?" he demanded of the prince. He looked at Garlicbreath, horrified. (Footodor had been speaking true when he said there were no BEAUTIFUL princesses in Odorland.) "Who is this witch?"
"I'm not a witch!" Garlicbreath screamed. "I am HIS wife!" She pointed her accusing finger at Footodor.
Footodor...

stuttered something. "What?" The king and Princess leaned in to hear.
"We're not married yet," Prince Footoder said a little louder, and a little more cowardly.
"We're as good as married! The wedding is tomorrow!" Garlicbreath slapped him. The king growled for her to halt. "Everyone, just calm down. Please, let me show you to some rooms, and we can just all relax before supper. You will stay, won't you?"
Footoder nodded, glancing dow the hallway Smellanice had stormed down. Garlicbreath snorted and held her nose up high.
"Good, then I'll have Beautyslave and Beautyservant show you to your rooms." The king clapped and the two hurried in. Beautyslave led Footoder to his rooms, and Beautyservant led Garlicbreath to hers, holding her breath the whole time.
The king, who dreadfully wanted this alliance to work out, had a plan to get rid of Garlicbreath. He thought....

of his son, Prince Ugface. If Ugface could somehow win the heart of Princess Garlicbreath, then he could marry her, Footodor could marry Smellanice, and it would all work out! Now, of course, the Ugface/Garlicbreath thing might not work out, in which case he would just have to have Garlicbreath done away with. Either way, the alliance would be formed, which was really all King Bo cared about. With a satisfied nod, he went to find Ugface, who was...

sitting by the window talking to Purdy, the youngest girl. He was the only one who gave her the time of day, since she was so plain. They were actually very good friends. When the king entered, Purdy blushed and turned away, but Ugface stood up and said, "Yes father?"

"You are needed on a most urgent duty to the kingdom." The king began, not noticing Purdy as usual. "I need you to marry."

"At once father." The young prince answered, thinking of Prettyone, the girl who worked at the market. He loved her with all his heart. "I'll marry at once." He repeated. Purdy looked up, beaming for her brothers happiness, for she knew about Prettyone.

"Good, I'll introduce you." The king replied, scratching his chin and thoughtfully looking Ugface over, "Change into something a bit more..

King Bo cast about for the right word. Really, there was not much Ugface could do with his appearance. He was still quite ugly. "Something a bit more...formal." Yes, formal. That was a good word.
"Certainly, father," said Ugface, rising to go.
"I shall meet you in the hallway," said the king, leaving the room.
"Would you like me to help you pick something?" Purdy offered. Ugface nodded gratefully, and they both went to Ugface's wing of the house.
"Who do you suppose Father is asking you to marry?" Purdy inquired.
"I don't know." Ugface frowned. He hadn't thought of that. What if it wasn't Prettyone? "But I shall only marry Prettyone," he declared.
"Hmm." Purdy rifled through his wardrobe to hide her concern. There was sure to be a shouting match very soon. How could Ugface think that the king would even CONSIDER a commoner such as Prettyone? She was uncommonly beautiful and kind, of course. Purdy liked her very much. But Father wouldn't care; he only cared about royalty.
"This will do nicely," she said, trying to sound cheerful as she held out the clothes she'd picked.
Ugface looked at the outfit, which was...

a snazzy little number in green velvet and gold buttons, polished daily. Ugface took it from her and went into his dressing room. Soon he returned, looking somewhat better in apperance, except for a dark scowl on his face.
"Purdy, I've just realized." He said darkly as he studied himself in the mirror. "Why do you think father would "introduce" me, if I already know Prettyone?"

"Maybe," Purdy swallowed, "he doesn't think you know her."

"Maybe. How do I look?" Ugface turned around, examining himself in the mirrow.

"Very handsome." Purdy studied herself also. She was so very plain, with straight black hair, blue eyes, freckles, an average nose and a tiny chin with a short neck. Her body was neither chubby or skinny. She was simply herself. Ugface saw her sigh and looking sadly into the mirror. He said...

"Someday, dear Sister, your own knight in shining armor will come for you."
Purdy laughed. There was little humor in the sound. It was a sad, bitter laugh. "Uggy, let's not lie to one another. I have resigned myself to being an old maid. And, you know, I really don't mind much. I can take care of Smellanice and Sprout's monstrous children."
"You should not judge so quickly," Ugface scolded, trying to look serious (and failing miserably). "They're not even in existence yet. Heavens, the girls aren't even MARRIED yet!"
"Ha!" Purdy shouted suddenly.
"What?" asked Ugface, startled.
"The legend isn't true."
"What legend?"
"About the stork. If storks brought babies, no one would need husbands." She gave a satisfied nod. Ugface was very confused, but he smiled uncertainly.
"Well...er...."
"Or perhaps the stork DOES bring the children and husbands are just for decoration. They do look nice in wall hangings."
"Um..."
"Oh!" Purdy palmed her forehead. "You've got to meet your bride!"
"Oh. Yes." He'd forgotten. "I sha'n't marry her if it isn't Prettyone," he vowed as he left the room.
He met his father in the hallway. Purdy followed a few steps behind, hiding behind a pillar to watch. When Ugface saw Garlicbreath...

he froze in confusion.

"Ugface, yes, come here." King Bo directed.

Ugface stepped slowly forward. The king introduced him to the princess.

"Where's Footoder?" Garlicbreath asked curtly.

"Who?" Ugface asked, extremely confused.

"He's my fiance."

"Oh!" Ugface let out a tremendous sigh. "I thought I was supposed to marry you!"

"You are idiot." The father growled. Ugface felt confused again. Garlicbreath looked startled, and then her lips curled up into a smile.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" She asked Ugface, who stuttered.....

"Er...er...wha...oh, heavens, no!" he exclaimed. Garlicbreath's smile turned into a wrathful glare, and Ugface realized he must have offended her. "You already are engaged," he quickly said. King Bo looked about to vomit. This was not at all how it was supposed to go.
"Oh, my fiancee seems to have fallen in love with that other princess," said Garlicbreath, waving her hand dismissively. "I am all yours." She batted her eyelashes flirtingly. Garlicbreath was really not at all picky about who she would marry. She only wanted a husband so she could say she had one. Ugface wasn't as handsome as Footodor...actually, he was quite ugly. But no matter. He smelled much better than Footodor, at least.
King Bo sighed with relief. Perhaps this WOULD work out - in fact, much better than he'd even dared to hope! But then Ugface said,
"Oh, dear. I'm afraid there's been some mistake. You are lovely, and, I'm sure, will be a wonderful wife, but I cannot marry you." King Bo had now turned quite red in the face. "Father," Ugface explained, "I am determined to marry Prettyone."
King Bo...