In a realm swirling with enchantment, our story unfolds with a queen sans offspring, to whom an angel promises a wish-bearing son. True to celestial word, a boy, splendid in his wishing prowess, graces the royal cradle, igniting jubilance in the castle.
However, deceit brews in the castle kitchen, as the cook, smelling opportunity, kidnaps the young prince. The queen, framed with hen’s blood, is entombed in a tower for seven years, sustained by dove-angels who misunderstand her dietary preferences.
Meanwhile, the wish-prince grows, living a lavish life in his wish-palace, accompanied by a wish-girl, beautiful beyond painterly skills, all whilst the cook indulges in noble pastimes, fearing his wish-reckoning.
The cook attempts treachery, but the wish-girl’s heart is tender towards innocent princes and hinds alike. Swift justice transforms the cook into a coal-eating poodle sporting gold. The prince then, whimsically changes his beloved into a Pink - a flower, not the singer - to ease travel logistics.
Upon homecoming, after a whimsically elongated ladder and a heartwarming reunion miscommunication, the prince reveals the truth, turning the cook back into a man and then sentencing him to an unfortunate fate. A flower-turned-girl, an almost-dead queen revived for a tragic three days, and the inevitable angelic doves, punctuate this wild ride of a tale.
The finale twinkles with the son’s royal wedding, the sound of tearing cooks, and a closing curtain where the audience is left pondering existence, enchanted flowers, and the nutritional value of heavenly food. Whether they lived or not, like whether you laughed or not at this synopsis, is known to God. The end! 🌸👑🕊️