The Princess Empath and the Hurt
There once was an Upper Mid Range Narcissist who called himself Prince (not the deceased pop star) but rather because he decided he was a Prince amongst men. He decided it was time to find a Princess. He had plenty of these Princesses before, after all, with his good looks and keen mind, he was something of a catch and it was not difficult for him to ride out to a hunting ground and ensnare a fresh one. He found, however, that after a period of time, he grew tired of their fawning and praise and realised he needed something more, something better, something substantial and long-lasting from his Princesses but since he was not a Greater, he did not quite know what.
Accordingly, he sauntered over to a mirror that he had found which talked back to him. Well, when he says found, he stole it, but then again everything was his to take because after all he was a prince.
“Mirror, mirror I have nicked, tell me who I need who will get royally dicked?”
“Oh hello Conker Bollocks,” yawned the face in the mirror, “You need a Princess Empath matey boy. Since this is a fairy tale I am sure one will come along soon.”
Later that night there was a terrible storm and there came a knocking at the castle door. Somewhat improbably the old King himself went to open the door, although as a Carrier Empath he found himself running around doing all the chores for the royal family, and found a bedraggled young lady.
She was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out the heel, but the production of her tiara atop a Salvation Army hat marked her down as clearly an empathic lady of royal distinction.
“Deary me, “ declared the old king, “do come in, do you need shelter?”
“Yes please,” replied the Princess Empath, “I gave up my room at the Sally Army to a homeless unicorn so I have nowhere to stay.”
Just then the Prince Narc appeared and in an instant felt that this bedraggled and soaking lady had significant potential. He sidled up to here and as she stood dripping asked her twenty questions ascertaining her empathic, class and special traits. Fair quivering with excitement, Prince Narc called out to the Queen.
“Oh mama, I have a new friend. Well I say new, we have known each other for ten years and I have been in love with her for 8 of those years, but just never got around to telling her. May she stay over?”
The Queen Narc swept into view.
“Royal chambers are for royalty only,” she said with a sneer.
“Oh I am a Princess, Princess Empath, your majesty,” replied the girl politely as she curtsied.
“Looking like that? I think not.”
The Queen Narc sensed competition for the affections of Prince Narc and did not welcome this intrusion. She however sensed an opportunity for triangulation and potential negative fuel.
“Since you are say you are a Princess and an empathic one at that, then we shall soon if that is true,” declared the Queen Narc.
She flounced away and snapped her fingers for the entourage of seven little men (who were engaged on a Communtiy Payback scheme after certain felonies and crimes in the Forest of Empaths) to trot after her.
“Can she stay mama or not?”
“She may,” declared the Queen Narc, “I shall arrange for the Bitter Suite to be turned down for her.”
The Queen Narc headed to the Bitter Suite, seven little men in tow. She ordered them to remove the bedclothes and then from a box she produced a dark hard stone which seemed to absorb all the light from the gas lights dotted around the room.
“This concentrated hurt will soon determine whether she is indeed a Princess Empath. If she is the delicate and sensitive empath she claims to be, then she will feel this hurt through anything,” muttered the Narc Queen to herself.
She placed the hurt on the bed and then snapped at the seven little men to haul twenty mattresses on top of it. She then commanded them to place twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. Once done a ladder was placed besides the gargantuan bed just as the Princess Empath arrived.
“You should sleep well with that degree of comfort,” said the Queen Narc as she swept away followed by the seven little men.
Cold and tired, the Princess Empath began to ascend the ladder to bed…..
The next morning the Princess Empath arrived at the royal dining room to find the Prince Narc and Queen Narc dining on hard cheese and sour grapes served by the seven little men. The Queen Narc had let the Prince Narc in on her scheme as she saw great benefits to ensnaring the Princess Empath through her son and engaging in rampant triangulation thereafter.
“Good morning,” said the Princess Empath brightly. The two narcs eyed her suspiciously.
“How did you sleep?” asked the Prince Narc barely able to contain his excitement.
“Oh terribly,” sighed the Princess Empath.
The Prince grinned.
“I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night. Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing and my body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible,” continued the Princess Empath.
“Nobody but a real Princess Empath would have such an ability to feel the hurt in such a way,” said the Queen Narc as her forked tongue brushed over her sharp teeth.
“Indeed I am a Princess Empath, Princess Sue Per Empath actually. Oh I felt the hurt alright, but that wasn’t what kept me awake!” said the Princess Empath suddenly.
“What?” said the Prince Narc.
“No, it was this!” cried the Princess Empath and from behind her back she produced a large gold strap on with the words “Prince’s BIG Helper” emblazoned along it.
“Er oh er mama!” muttered the Prince as his eyes fell on the weapon of anal intrusion.
“It had been left in the bed. Looks like you will be needing this to sort out Little Prince Pissy Knickers here,” smiled Princess as she lobbed the strap on towards the fuming Queen Narc and turned on her heel.
“Mama!” wailed Prince Narc as the shame of the discovery threatened his construct and he fell to the floor curled into a ball.
“I’m not your mother,” hissed Queen Narc as she stormed from the dining room leaving the bewildered seven little men behind.
“Does this mean we can go back to Snow White now?” asked one.
“I don’t know but I am going to hang with his Princess Empath for a while, she is kick ass,” answered the other and trotted after the departing Princess Empath.
And so some people lived happily ever after.
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I cannot believe anyone putting down Narnia. It’s just another reason why I’m coming to a final decision to get off, [and stay off] this blog, once and for all. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I am entitled to not be subjected to Narnia-Haters. I am not angry, but I really must go for sure now. Good Bye, 教授
It’s just my opinion, but I wish unicorns weren’t made fun of so much.
How about your version of the original narcissus tale? Or The narc, the witch, and the wardrobe?
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/232216924509036346/
Narnia Rocks!
Your writings, for me, when expressed through changing children’s stories to acclimatize the reader to the narc dynamic have such very dark undertones for me. Very creative, very descriptive, very humorous in parts. However, what jumped off the page and unnerved me the most was the part where Prince Narc is humiliated by not one, but both women, Queen Narc and Princess Empath. His last appearance in the story is left in a crying heap on the floor. Betrayed by two women. Kind of like a MatriNarc and an Aunt.
I think writing in this style provides a very different outlet for you.
Well identified, Clarece.
Thank you!
Ya
Wow! Great observation clarece!
Hi MLA,
It is indeed a very astute observation. I had a feeling this was shadows from that past experience. However, the Princess in this story is labeled Super Empath. HG’s aunt sounds like a predator, she is not a Super Empath, but perhaps a pedophile mixed with possible sociopathy/psychopathy–only a guess as I do not know all the details.
In this story, what I took away from his description of the Super Empath was she took no shit, pulled no punches and left. She had no more loyalties, nor should she, to the Prince. She wasn’t the one abusing the Prince in this piece, as I interpreted it as the toy was left in the bed by the Queen after a night from abuse of the Prince by Queen (in her incestual abuse).
Hi Indy!! Happy New Year to you!
Absolutely, yes, the second betrayal in this story is by Princess Empath which it has to be for the sake of the character. I think though by portraying Princess Empath as someone who betrayed Prince Narc it is showcasing our beloved writer’s subconscious disdain and boredom with the constant “fawning and praise” as he writes in the first paragraph about all of the princesses he’s sought after. Yes, it is wonderful, potent fuel in the beginning but it does not sustain over the long haul. He’s mastered the game at winning people over. There is no one challenging him to not make it a game.
Yes, Super Empath left on her own terms in this story, rightfully so. Agreed. But we all know in the mindset of Prince Narc, this was a treacherous act against him.
And in that mindset of Prince Narc, two women betrayed, humiliated and debased him which looking at the story with a step back taking in the broad strokes is what made me make a connection to MatriNarc and his Aunt.
I definitely see your interpretation too and was just expounding a bit more on mine.
Hi MLA,
Happy New Year to you too!!
We are on the same page, totally. Your points are excellent and well made. I just wanted to stand up for the character. HAHA..I dug her.
Indeed, you are right in that is how the Prince Narc sees women, all women are ultimately betrayers (based on childhood abuses that are legitimate). And, deep down feels humiliated as such, naked and exposed. (Which could also be the authors writing tool/opportunity to engage in a pity ploy with us readers as well—-OR—it is truly revealing and vulnerable and therapeutic—OR both, because he is a badazz). Because HG is so brilliant, it could be all of it…and thus why his therapists have a handful 😉 **Hi HG, sorry to talk about you with you right there, feels weird. I did slip in a legit compliment though**
And, will ultimately blame future IPs for this original wounding.
No, no, carry on I am most interested in what the two of you are writing by way of dissection of these Narc Tales.
LOVE
A gold one no less.
I need to read the ‘For Dummies’ version of this story. Why was it gold? It doesn’t sound like a fun thing to use during the golden period. Best suited for the torture period.
Well HG, my boys have been very busy.
And as usual I had no idea where you were going with the story. Lol… would have never guessed there was a golden toy in the bed.
I loved it. I’m returning to work this morning and it made my day,
Thanks
You are welcome SW.
Snow, i thought school starts on the 9th?
Hi PTSD,
We started back today. Most schools started yesterday and my daughter’s college starts back the 9th.
What a sad story! A tale without a happy end. That is the reality. Queen Narc is not punished for her bad character. She will find seven new small men and reign her little kingdom. Please change that tale into a better one.For example: The seven little men change into big ones and protect Princess Empath as a kind of strong, grown up warriors. Prince Narc says to his “royal” mother: “You are not my mother anymore.” After these words spoken she turns into a ugly toad. That is her real nature, but all people were blended by her shiny appearance. The Prince indeed stood there naked, but as one of the human kind. And the warriors of Princess Empath lend him some of her clothes. One gives him trousers, one gives him his armour and so on. And the last one of the seven gives him his sword. And the Prince suddenly has a new shiny appearance. What happens then?
I do not want to write an end for this story, it is your part to do it.
And I hope you do so some day.
I had to look up the word ‘strap-on’ lol!
I don’t believe that!
Would i lie to you?
I suspect you would not.
I could get use to these bed time stories every night HG! Takes my mind off of other things! You are such a gifted writer! Thank you! Xxx
Thank you FM, I am sure I will do a few more.
I hope so!! It gives us all something to smile about!! Your the best Sir HG!! Xxx
omg 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
I should never ever read Your blog while drinking my morning coffee ! It’s all over my floor now… Oh my, stone absorbing gas lights. … cool! I need one for the gaslightning I’m being put through. ..
I will have the minions in the workshop knock some up.
**pst, black onyx** (Absorbs negative energy)
I also recommend some rose quartz. (draws loving energy)
And clear crystal (for clarity)
And Tiger Eye (for spunk)
And….ok, I will be quiet now. LOL
I am becoming a little alarmed at your frequent spunk mentions Indy. Something on your mind?
OMG! ***covers mouth and blushes*** (ok, maybe not that coy)
I use the term to describe myself quite often, now you ruined it for me. Gee, thanks Tude! 😉
Hey Indy if you want to keep telling everyone you are a spunky lady, that you are full of spunk and you approach everything in a spunky way, be my guest. Unfortunately for you this is not the 1950s and your evident spirit and pluck are likely to be mis-interpreted albeit you will be rather popular!
Ooooooo!
**hands on hips** **holding pilgrim skirt bunched in a fuss**
So many things I want to say to that, but I will return to my 1940’s (a decade earlier as I have to top you!) Dirty, dirty HG!
Yep, you got my plucky thought fuel!
INDY
Hey Spunky lady lol.
Reminds me of StepNarcs Mother at her 69th bday party (years ago) announcing to the room loudly that she was a gay 69er. And at a funeral she blurted out loudly that the bagpiper looked so nice with his sperm on the front of him! Instead of Sporn.
Well NA I think you may mean sporran since sporn is spam porn, or perhaps she did indeed mean that!
HG
Haha thanks for the correction. Chalk one up to Google. I wasnt sure of spelling so I googled bagpipers spo……. And it filled in sporn so I went with it.
NA!!
Ha ha ha! I think I need a bath now!!
I so want to be that lady when I turn …(ehem)…69.
You do mean…”knock some off” surly HG?…she says with a “pregnant” pause 😉
I am soooo glad you sad that…Hahahahha
Lol! 😂 My goodness. I wasn’t sure whether you were speaking proper English or slang. I have a Tiger Eye stone. Does this mean I will become more courageous or will I need to use more protection? Lol
Well, apparently, Love, my Tiger Eye stone makes you “spunky”…so you may need a bath too 😉
I love crystals, aromas, incents, candles, rituals…all that. (Probably because I grew up Catholic and needed a ritual to bind my spirituality when I left the church). For me, it is more about how they make you feel and the confidence that you already have…it kind of unlocks it from our inner mental limits we place on ourselves. The rock is a good prop. Plus, if anyone breaks in my house, I have a lot of rocks to throw!! LOL Yes, I am a woman of science. With that said, I like the “woo-woo” side of life too. (Hey, why not)
I love the ‘woo-woo’ side of life! I actually used a love spell and ritual to make my last narc ‘love’ me. You don’t even want to know what that ritual was. It is said to be 100% effective. But apparently it does not work on narcs. Thinking about it now gives me a bit of mischievous satisfaction …
And this is why you should never give up your room to a homeless unicorn.
Wise words Lou.
Lol!!
Indeed, homeless unicorns can find shelter at the rainbows end. Now, Narwhales, they are a different story! Saw a few down at the Sal Army the other day. That ring on his horn looked awfully familiar too!
Ha ha very good.
INDY
They say thats a tooth on the Narwhal and havent determined its use, but it looks like s strap-on to me.
Brilliant.
Hahahahhaha…indeed!
Oh no, Lou. You share your room with the unicorn.
I missed something with the strap? A bit of S and M? Anal intrusion? Giving or receiving Princey Boy?
That was my question Ah Oh! Lolol! Who was the recipient of the toy? The Prince?
It’s a strap on so….
Its Sex Ed at the Tudor Manor….LOL
I got more sex Ed from a narc in the past few years than in my whole life.
I learn an awful lot here too.
But this was actually something I understood😉
The gold color is what made me laugh.
‘wrong way round’ 😱
Oh I see. It is not that the Prince is compensating for his inadequacies. He is the recipient. Poor dwarves. They’ve been forced into such depravity. 😢
No wrong way round.
LOVE
Haha think who would use a strap-on.
Lol I give up! I need you to draw me a picture but that might scar me for life.
I used to love watching the Smurfs. They were such awesome little blue people. Please don’t use them in your stories Mr. Tudor!!!
Too late for that Love!
LOVE
Way to go LOVE. You know Narcs are contrary. I see nettles in the Little Blue Mens future……..
NA and LOVE,
You know, I never really liked Brainy smurf. I always wanted Asreal to eat him.
Oh nooooo!!! Please be easy on them Mr. Tudor.
Please Love! I hope not. There is just something about a man taking it up the ass that takes the excitement out of it for me. Perhaps it was the Deliverance that blew it for me.
I do not want to demasculinize a man like this. If he wants this, then I am not a partner for him. Besides I really feel if a man likes it in the butt he has some homosexual tendencies. Not my cup of tea.
*Smiling and laughing* Love it!!! I really do enjoy your blending of tales, quite witty! Salvation Army hat, hehe. Such a coincidence…..lol A stone that absorbed gaslights…oh if there were such a thing. Though I do have my black onyx, that is supposed to absorb negative energy 😂
I also liked the Princess’ spunk!
Snow!! Your boys are coming home soon!!! I think…. until the next edition of the Tudor Tales.
This is fun!
Thank you, most talented HG Tudor!
Thank you Indy, I am pleased that you enjoyed it.
I can’t wait to see where they turn up Indy.
I’m ready for the next costume change. Lol
I’m not laughing at this one as a whole although it was well written. Conker Bollucks did make me laugh. Call me a fuddy dud or whatever. Queen Narc can sit and spin for inducing shame on her kid. Shame on her instead.
How did you know? Lol
Never too old for bed time stories. Lol.
Gives a whole new meaning to just lie back and think of England… you too should do it for your Queen and “cuntry”…and don’t forget to let prince William out of his secret can while your at it. 😉
Wicked Good. The golden strap on….wha wha whaaat! HG You want to write Erotica. *Jedi hand wave*
Maybe the Jedi hand wave will work for the Lions this week.
Ha! Most entertaining…….and strangely familiar……..