The Princess Empath and the Hurt

 

 

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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 heesl, 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 her 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.the-princess-empath

18 thoughts on “The Princess Empath and the Hurt

  1. kel says:

    Oh I don’t believe it! A happy ending!?! With the narc sobbing and stupid instead of the empath! And after reading the comments below, let me just add – No, no smearing to ruin this story. She’s a Super and knows her value, and would care less anyway.

  2. Narc affair says:

    Hehehe …empathes can be kick ass too! Just bc were empatgetic doesnt mean were prissy and pushovers👏👏👏

  3. Yolo says:

    Hahaha,

    Reminds me of the movie waterboy with Kathy Bates and Adam Sandler( mindless comedy)yes… Bobby(Adam Sandler) met this (fluzzy) name given by supposedly over protective matrinarc. He invites her to dinner (alligator) main entree. The mother starts to spill the beans about all of his issues telling the girl he was slow and so on. The fluzzy responding with I dont care . Mother points to a pissed stained sheet hanging from clothes line and said well did he tell you about his little bed problem. Hahaha, I dont think i will ever look or view things and people the same.

    HG, stop exposing narcissism in our innocent childhood fairytales. Just kidding. I will await the Greater Emperor Clothes.

  4. RS says:

    Ahahahaha! That was hilarious. You should seriously consider writing a book of Narctales. (it’s a good thing you never had children)

  5. Natalie Rand says:

    Clearly there are so many fine qualities to you Mr.Tudor a charming , articulate and I have no doubt stunningly good looking man . Such a shame you are the Devil himself .

    1. RS says:

      I feel the same way. What a shame that he is the devil. So many other great qualities.

  6. HealingPath says:

    If I question how I’ve treated people, if I deserved how I’ve been treated, or if I’m a narcissist myself… does that make me one?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Highly unlikely.

  7. Matilda says:

    Tudor Tales are not for the faint of heart, but this one is particularly disturbing… the humiliation of the prince needs to be avenged… the story is not finished yet!!

  8. Anne says:

    Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows! What a exhaustive game! Interesting though, i had just saw my ex through a terminal illness and was a sitting duck! Your not gonna believe this, butttt, third serious relashionship with narcs. Knowing what i know now, they are all diffrent levels and i just keep falling for it. Ya would think i could have spotted it! They walk in like lambs, and before ya know it your in quick sand and sinking fast!

  9. Kiava says:

    Awesome !!

  10. Scout says:

    Crackin’ La.

  11. mightnpower says:

    Lol! Great story! But do narcs ever get tired of females fawning over them? If they truly DID find a princess empath who they couldnt have, what happens then? Do they still view them as “theirs” even though the narc failed to ensnare them?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      No.
      If we failed to ensnare such a target we would smear them and draw negative fuel from them to the extent that our needs required it.

      1. Narc affair says:

        And spin the story that they fawned over them and the narc had to beat them off. Narcissists cant accept rejection.

  12. abrokenwing says:

    Very naughty! 😋

  13. NarcAngel says:

    ****smiles a dreamy smile and sighs****

    My favourite.

    1. Indy says:

      Mine too. Especially the reference the Salvation Army. I remember why 😂

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