Princess Rose and the Golden Bird: A Magical Love Tale

Many, many years ago, in a kingdom far beyond the reach of any map, there lived a princess whose beauty was as radiant as the dawn. Her long, flowing hair shimmered with the fiery hues of autumn leaves, and she loved roses so deeply that the entire kingdom lovingly called her Princess Rose.

Every evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle, Princess Rose would step out onto the grand balcony of her palace. She would clap her hands gently, and without fail, a tiny golden bird would appear, fluttering down to rest upon her shoulder. The moment the bird settled, the princess’s hair would glow with a brilliant red light, casting a warm, magical glow across the night sky.

The bird began to warble the most enchanting melody, and Princess Rose, with her melodious voice, would join in song. Together, their lullaby floated through the kingdom, soothing every ear. As if by magic, all the people — from the humblest peasant to the mightiest lord — would drift into peaceful slumber, filled with sweet dreams that lasted until the first light of dawn.

Thus, the years passed peacefully, with Princess Rose and her golden companion filling the nights with song and magic.

But one day, a wicked witch learned of the princess’s power and grew jealous. Consumed by envy and spite, she cast a dreadful curse.

“Abracadabra, Sim-Sala-Bim, may the rose’s color dim!”

In an instant, Princess Rose’s radiant red hair turned as black as the darkest night.

That very evening, Princess Rose went to her balcony as usual and clapped her hands. The golden bird appeared, but this time, her hair shimmered with an eerie black glow. The bird sang its haunting tune, and the princess joined in her lullaby. Though everyone in the kingdom fell asleep, their dreams twisted into shadows and nightmares, filling the night with fear and sorrow.

Heartbroken, Princess Rose turned to her faithful golden bird the next morning.

“Tell me, dear friend,” she pleaded, “how can I restore sweet dreams to my people once again?”

The bird chirped softly, “Black hair in rose water.”

Though puzzled by these words, the princess did as instructed. She filled a basin with clear water and gently scattered rose petals across its surface. Then, dipping her hair into the rose water, a warm red light blossomed once more, restoring her hair to its glorious hue.

That night, under the glow of her bright red hair, Princess Rose sang her lullaby alongside the golden bird. Peace and sweet dreams returned to the kingdom.

But the wicked witch was furious her curse had been broken. In her rage, she cast the spell again.

“Abracadabra, Sim-Sala-Bim, may the rose’s color dim!”

Once more, the princess’s hair turned black — darker than ever before. And this time, the witch took a cruel step: she stole every rose bloom in the kingdom, leaving none for the princess’s magic to work.

“Let’s see how you’ll break my curse now!” the witch sneered, her eyes blazing with malice.

Desperate, Princess Rose asked the golden bird again, “What shall I do now? There are no roses left to make the water.”

“Black hair in rose water,” the bird repeated, then flew away, leaving her with no answer.

Tears streamed down the princess’s cheeks, one falling softly to the ground below.

At that moment, beneath the balcony, a young and handsome prince had stopped to rest. Seeing the tear, he reached into a small box he carried and took out a single strand of bright red hair.

He gently placed the hair on the princess’s fallen tear — and a miracle happened.

The strand of hair transformed into a vibrant red rose, blooming brilliantly against the stone floor.

With hope renewed, the prince picked the rose and presented it to Princess Rose.

With trembling hands, she plucked the petals and sprinkled them into her basin of water. As she dipped her hair into the enchanted rose water, her radiant red locks returned, glowing brighter than ever.

The kingdom rejoiced, and the King asked the prince, “Young man, where did you find that red hair?”

The prince smiled warmly. “When the princess and I were children, we promised loyalty to each other by exchanging a single strand of our hair.”

Princess Rose nodded and opened her own small box, revealing a single strand of the prince’s hair inside.

The court erupted with joy at the story of their childhood bond.

That very day, the prince and Princess Rose were married in a grand celebration. Their love blossomed like the roses that soon returned to every garden.

But the wicked witch’s fury knew no bounds. So powerful was her hatred that she exploded into a thousand tiny pieces, scattered like dust on the wind — never to curse again.

From that day forward, every evening Princess Rose sang with her golden bird, and the kingdom fell into peaceful sleep, cradled by sweet dreams until dawn’s gentle light.

Moral of the Story:

True love and faith can break even the darkest curses. Hope and kindness bloom eternal, just like the rose.