THE THREE SILVER CITRONS
by Katharine Pyle · from Tales of Folk and Fairies
Adapted Version
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a King with three sons. The King was old. He felt weak. He called his sons. "My sons," he said. "I need a new King. You must marry a Princess. Find a beautiful Princess. The best Princess will make a Queen. Her husband will be the new King. He will rule the land." The sons listened.
The Older Princes were happy. They went to find wives. They found two Princesses. The Princesses were very pretty. The Older Princes came home. They were proud. They laughed at The Kind Prince. "You wait," they said. "We have wives. Our wives are beautiful. You will not find one. You are too slow." The Kind Prince was quiet.
The Kind Prince waited. Then he went on his way. He took some food. He walked a long time. He came to a forest. He sat down to eat. A very old woman came. She was bent over. "Please, give me food," she said. "I am hungry." The Kind Prince gave her food. He gave her wine. He was kind.
The Kind Old Woman was happy. She gave him a small pipe. "Play this pipe," she said. "It will help you." The Kind Prince played the pipe. Little Helpers came. They were small. "What do you want?" they asked. "I want a Princess," he said. "A Princess who needs help." The Little Helpers showed him a mountain.
The mountain opened. The Kind Prince went inside. He saw three Princesses. They were very beautiful. The Princesses saw him. They were scared. Poof! They changed. They became three silver citrons. The Kind Prince picked them up. He took them with him.
He walked and walked. The Kind Old Woman came again. She gave him a silver knife. She gave him a golden cup. "Listen," she said. "When you are by a stream, cut one citron. A Princess will appear. She will be thirsty. Give her water from this golden cup." The Kind Prince thanked her.
He found a stream. He cut the third silver citron. Poof! The Beautiful Princess appeared. "Water!" she cried. The Kind Prince quickly gave her water. He used the golden cup. She drank the water. She stayed. She was very beautiful.
A servant named Lucy saw this. Lucy was mean. She made the Beautiful Princess fall into the water. Lucy quickly stood in her place. Lucy pretended to be the Princess. The Kind Prince was sad. He thought Lucy was the Princess. He took Lucy to the castle. The King and The Older Princes saw Lucy. They were not happy with her.
The Beautiful Princess was in the water. She became a silver fish. Another servant saw the fish. The servant caught the fish. The servant gave the fish to The Kind Prince. The Kind Prince was happy to see the silver fish. He kept it in a bowl.
Lucy was jealous. She saw The Kind Prince liked the fish. Lucy made the fish disappear. Poof! The silver fish became a silver bird.
The silver bird flew to The Kind Prince's window. It sang a beautiful song. The Kind Prince was happy. He loved the bird's song. Lucy was jealous again. She made the bird fly away and disappear.
Magic from the bird made a new tree grow. It was a silver citron tree. It had three silver citrons. They looked like the first ones.
The Kind Prince saw the tree. He remembered the Kind Old Woman's words. He took the three silver citrons. He went to the stream. He cut the first citron. Poof! A Princess appeared. He gave her water from the golden cup. She stayed. He cut the second citron. Poof! A Princess appeared. He gave her water from the golden cup. She stayed. He cut the third citron. Poof! The Beautiful Princess appeared. He gave her water from the golden cup. She stayed.
The Beautiful Princess told The Kind Prince everything. She told him about Lucy. Lucy was very scared. She ran away and was never seen again.
The Kind Prince married the Beautiful Princess. They were very happy. The Kind Prince became the new King. He ruled the land with his Queen. This shows us that being kind and never giving up always brings good things, and being mean or tricky never does.
Original Story
THE THREE SILVER CITRONS
A Persian Story
There was once a King who had three sons, and he loved them all equally, one no more than the other.
When he had grown old and felt his strength leaving him, he called the three Princes before him.
“My sons,” said he, “I am no longer young, and soon the time will come when I must leave you. I have it in mind to give the kingdom to one or the other of you now and not to leave it for you to quarrel over after I have gone. You have reached a time of life when you should marry. Go forth into the world and seek, each one of you, a bride for himself. He who brings home the most beautiful Princess shall have the kingdom.”
The three Princes were well content with what their father said. At once the two elder ones made ready to set out; but the youngest one said he would wait a bit. “It is not right,” said he, “that our father should be left alone in his old age. I will wait until my brothers return, and then I too will start out to try my fortune in the world.”
That was good hearing for the older Princes, for they had always been a bit jealous of their younger brother and were just as well pleased not to have him with them.
Before they set out they packed a bag full of food to carry with them, for they had no wish to starve by the wayside. They took baked meats and boiled meats, and little cakes and big cakes, and fine white bread, and wine to drink.
Well, off they set, and on they went, a short way and a long way, until they came to the edge of a forest, and there they sat down in the shade to eat; and when they spread the food out before them it made a fine feast I can tell you.
Just as they were about to begin an old woman came hobbling out of the forest. She was so old that her nose and her chin met and she was so bent that she could barely get along even with the help of the crutch she had.
“Good masters, give me a bite and a sup, I beg of you,” she said. “It is a hundred years since I have tasted anything but black bread.”
“If you have lived on black bread that long you can live on it a little longer,” said one of the Princes, and then they both laughed. However, they bade the old crone come back there after they had gone, and it might be she would find some broken bits lying round, and those she might have if she cared to gather them up.
Then the Princes went on eating and drinking, and after they had finished they journeyed on again.
Presently they came to a cross roads, and there they separated; one went east and one went west. The eldest Prince took the east road, and soon it brought him to a castle, and in this castle lived a Princess who was as pretty as a picture. It was not long before the Prince won her to be his wife, for he was a stout and comely lad, and as soon as they were married he set out for home, taking his bride with him.
As it happened with the eldest Prince, so it did with the second brother. He also found a castle and a Princess, and won her to be his bride, and brought her home with him to his father’s house; and when the two Princesses met it was hard to choose between them, they were both so pretty. It seemed as though the kingdom would have to be divided between the elder brothers and their pretty brides.
But first it was only right that the youngest Prince should have a chance, so now that his brothers had returned he was ready to set out into the wide world and see what sort of a beauty he could pick up. His brothers laughed at him, for they had never had much of an opinion of his wit, even though they were jealous of him.
“Only see that she has two eyes and a stout pair of hands,” said they. “Our Princesses will find something for her to do about the palace, no doubt, and as for you, you shall always have a warm place in the chimney corner where you can sit.”
The youngest Prince answered never a word, but he put some food in a scrip and off he set.
He journeyed on and on, a short way and a long way, and then he too came to the forest and sat down in the shade to eat, as his brothers had done before him.
Presently the old crone came hobbling out from the forest, and she was more bent and hideous than ever.
“Good youth, give me a bite and sup, I beg of you,” she said. “It is a hundred years since I have tasted anything but black bread.”
“Then it is high time you had something else to eat,” said the Prince, and he gave her the best of all he had, both food and wine.
The old woman ate and drank, and by the time she finished there was little enough left for the Prince. Then she drew out from her sleeve a pretty little pipe and gave it to him. “Take this,” she said, “and if there is anything you wish for play a tune upon the pipe, and it may help you to find it.”
After that she disappeared into the forest again.
The Prince hung his scrip over his shoulder, and then he was ready to set out, but first he thought he might as well see what the pipe was good for. He set it to his lips and blew a tune.
Immediately a score of little black Trolls with long noses appeared before him. “Master, here we are!” they cried. “What would you have of us?”
“I did not know I was your master,” thought the Prince, but what he said was, “What I want is the prettiest Princess in twelve kingdoms for a bride, and if you can get me such a one I’ll thank you kindly.”
“We know where to find such a Princess, and we can show you the way,” said the oldest and blackest of the Trolls, “but we ourselves cannot touch her. You will have to win her for yourself.”
Well, that suited the Prince, and if they would only show him the Princess he would do his best to get her. So off they set, and presently they came to a high mountain, and it belonged to the King of the Trolls. The Prince blew upon the pipe again, and the mountain opened before him. He went in, and there he was in a great chamber, where the Troll kept the three daughters of three Kings whom he had taken captive and brought there, and they were so beautiful that their beauty lighted the whole place so there was no need of lamps.
When the girls saw the Prince they were terrified and began to run about this way and that, looking for a place to hide; but they could find no place, for the chamber was quite smooth and bare. Then they changed themselves into three silver citrons and rolled about this way and that, all over the room.
The Prince was terribly distressed that the girls had changed into citrons, for they were so lovely that he would have been glad to have any one of them for a wife.
However, he took up the citrons and hid them in his bosom, and then, as there seemed nothing better to do, he set out for home again, for after having seen three such beauties as that he would never be satisfied with any one else.
After a while as he journeyed he came to the wood where he had seen the old crone before, and there she was, waiting for him.
“Well, and did you get what you set out to search for?” she asked.
“I did and I didn’t,” answered the Prince;—and then he told her the whole story and showed her the three citrons that he still carried in his bosom. “They are three beauties, I can tell you,” said he, “but of what use are they as long as they remain as citrons?”
“I may be able to help you again,” said the old hag. She then gave him a silver knife and a little golden cup. “Keep the citrons until you come to a running stream. Then take one,—whichever one you please,—and cut it open with this knife. At once one of the Princesses will appear. She will ask you for a drink of water. Give it to her immediately in this golden cup, and after that she will remain with you and you can have her for your wife.”
The Prince was delighted. He took the knife and cup and thanked the old woman gratefully, and then she again disappeared in the shadow of the forest.
The Prince journeyed on until he came to a running stream, and it was not so very far from his father’s palace. Then he got out the knife and the cup and one of the citrons. He cut the citron, and at once one of the Princesses appeared before him. If she had looked a beauty when he saw her in the mountain she was ten times lovelier, now that he saw her in the light of day. The Prince could only gape and gape at her.
“Give me a cup of water to drink,” demanded the Princess; but the Prince was so busy staring at her that he did not move, and in a moment the Princess vanished from before him, and where she went he could not tell. He was filled with grief over the loss of her, but she was gone, and that was all of it.
Then the Prince took out the second citron. “This time I will be ready for her,” he thought. He took his knife and cut the second citron. At once the second Princess appeared before him.
“Give me a cup of water to drink,” she demanded. But again the Prince was so overcome by her beauty that he could no more move than if he had been rooted to the ground, and the next moment she too disappeared from before his eyes.
The Prince was in despair. He ran this way and that way, calling aloud and trying to find her, but she had vanished like the fading of a breath.
And now there was only one other citron left, and the Prince trembled at the thought of opening it, for he was afraid he would lose this third Princess as he had the others. At last he drew it from his bosom and prepared to cut it, but first he filled the golden cup and set it ready to his hand. Then he seized the knife and with one stroke divided the citron in two.
At once the third Princess stood before him, and though the others had been beautiful she exceeded them in beauty as the full moon exceeds the stars in splendor.
“Give me a cup of water,” said she; and this time the Prince was ready. Almost before she could speak he had caught up the golden cup and presented it to her.
The Princess took the cup and drank, and then she smiled upon him so brightly that he was dazzled.
“Now I am yours, and you are mine,” said she, “and where you go I will follow, for I have no one in all the wide world but you.”
The Prince was almost wild with happiness. He kissed her hands and looked with joy upon her face.
But she was dressed only in a linen shift.
The Prince took off his cloak and wrapped it about her. “Climb up into a tree,” said he, “and hide yourself among the branches, and I will go to the castle and bring you from thence robes and jewels and all things fitting for such a beautiful Princess to wear.”
To this the Princess agreed. The Prince helped her to climb up among the branches of a tree that overhung the water, and then he hastened away to the castle.
The beauty sat there among the leaves waiting for his return, and the time of waiting was long, for when the Prince reached the castle he was obliged to stay and tell the whole story to his father before the King would permit him to return with the robes and jewels he had promised to bring to his bride.
The Princess took the cup and drank.
Meanwhile an ugly kitchen wench who worked in the castle came to fetch water from the spring, for every day the Princesses required it for their baths. The girl had brought with her an earthen jar to hold the water.
As she leaned over the stream to fill the jar she looked down into the water and saw the face of the Princess reflected there, as she peered out from the leaves above.
The servant wench, whose name was Lucy, thought it was the reflection of her own face that she saw. She gazed upon it with wonder and joy. “Ah! Ah!” she cried. “What a beauty I am; why did no one ever tell me so? Not even the two Princesses are as beautiful as I.” She knelt there, staring and staring at the reflection. Then in a rage she sprang to her feet.
“And they send me to draw water for them! Me, who ought to sit on a throne above them all. But I’ll no longer be their slave. I’ll break their water jar to pieces, and if they send me with others I’ll break them too!”
With that she threw down the jar with such violence that it was broken into bits, and then she stamped about with rage.
The sight amused the Princess so that she laughed aloud. The servant wench looked up and saw the lovely face peering out at her from among the green leaves; it was the same beautiful face she had seen reflected in the water.
“Who are you? What are you doing up there among the leaves?” she asked in a thick voice.
“I am the promised bride of the Prince who has just gone up to the castle,” answered the beauty. “He has gone to fetch fine robes and jewels that I may dress myself properly before I appear before his father.”
When she said this an evil thought came into the servant wench’s head.
“Come down,” said she, “and I will dress your hair for you; I have often done this for the other Princesses, and I can arrange it so that you will look even more beautiful when the Prince returns.”
The Princess was nothing loath. She had no thought of evil. She climbed down from the tree and sat herself upon a rock, while Lucy looped and pinned her hair in place and wove a crown of flowers to place upon it. “Come now, and see how beautiful you are,” said the servant.
She led the Princess to the place where the stream was deepest, and then, when the beauty stooped to look at herself in the water, Lucy pushed her in. After that she stripped herself to her shift, and hid her clothes under a rock, and climbed up into the tree. There she sat among the leaves, peering out just as the Princess had done.
Presently the Prince returned, bringing with him all sorts of beautiful clothes and gifts for his Princess bride. What was his amazement to see, instead of the beauty he left in the tree, the ugly face of the servant wench smiling down at him from among the leaves.
“What are you doing there?” he cried. “And what have you done with the Princess?”
“Alas,” said the servant maid, pretending to weep, “I am the Princess. After you left me a wicked enchantress came by this way and changed me into this shape.”
The Prince was filled with grief and horror at these words. However, he believed her and could not find it in his heart to punish her for a misfortune she could not help. He showed her the robes and jewels he had brought, and the servant wench made haste to come down and dress herself in them. When she had done this she looked more hideous than ever. The Prince could hardly bear to look at her, his grief and shame were so great. Nevertheless he took her by the hand and led her back to the castle.
There the King was waiting full of impatience to see the bride of his youngest son, this most beautiful Princess in all of twelve kingdoms. But when the Prince brought the ugly servant wench before him he could hardly believe his eyes.
“This a beauty!” he cried. “Are you a fool or do you take me for one? It is an insult to bring me such a creature for a daughter-in-law.”
The older Princes and their brides did not try to hide their scorn or laughter, but the servant sank on her knees, weeping, and repeated to the king the same story she had told the Prince. She assured him that she had been as beautiful as the day when she had climbed up into the tree and would be so still if the wicked enchantress had not passed by and bewitched her.
The King frowned and stroked his beard. “Yours is a sad case,” said he, “and since the Prince has given his word to marry you, marry you he must. Perchance sometime your beauty may return.”
He then gave orders that Lucy should be shown to the apartments prepared for the Princess and that she should be waited on and served just as though she were the beauty his son had promised him.
But the heart of the Prince was like a stone in his bosom, and he could not bear to look upon the ugly one who was to be his bride.
Now when the Princess had been pushed into the water she had not been drowned, as Lucy thought. Instead she changed into a beautiful silver fish that swam about in the stream or hid under a grassy bank.
Now there was another servant who came down to the stream for water instead of Lucy, and one day when this servant dipped the jar into the water the fish swam into it, and she carried it back to the castle with her.
It was so pretty that she showed it to the Prince, hoping it might cheer him for a moment.
No sooner had the Prince looked upon the fish than he grew quite light and happy. He would not let the servant take the fish away but kept it with him in a crystal bowl and now he no longer grieved so bitterly about his bride.
Lucy did not know why the Prince had grown happier. She thought perhaps he had begun to love her. But when she found that he scarcely ever came to see her, but spent all his time watching the fish, she became very angry.
She bribed a servant to steal the fish from the Prince’s room and bring it to her. Then she had a fire built and threw the fish into it to burn.
No sooner did the flames touch the fish, however, than it changed into a beautiful silver bird and flew out of the window.
The false Princess was frightened. “There is some magic here,” thought she, “and magic that will prove my ruin.”
And now the silver bird sat on a branch outside the Princess’s window and sang and sang. The Prince heard it, and his heart was filled with joy, he knew not why, and he forgot the fish that had disappeared from the bowl.
Lucy also heard it and was more frightened than ever. She sent for the servant who had stolen the fish and bribed him to set a net to catch the bird. This he did one day when the Prince was away, and then he brought the bird to the false Princess. But she shuddered at sight of it as though she were cold, and bade him take it outside and wring its neck.
This the servant was loath to do, but he dared not disobey her. He carried the bird outside and did as she commanded, and three drops of blood fell on the ground just below the Prince’s window.
The next morning when the Prince awoke he saw with amazement that a beautiful citron tree was growing outside of his window. Its trunk was silver, and its leaves were silver, and on the branch nearest his window hung three silver citrons, and they were exactly like the silver citrons he had brought from the Troll’s home under the mountain.
The Prince saw them hanging there, and his heart was filled with joy and hope as he looked at them. He reached out and plucked them and hid them in his bosom. Then he took the silver knife and the golden cup and hastened down to the stream where he had opened the citrons before.
He cut the first citron, and at once the first Princess appeared and asked him for a drink of water, but he scarcely looked at her, and she fled away.
He cut the second citron, and the second Princess appeared and demanded water, but he never stirred, and she too vanished.
Then he filled the golden cup with water and with a trembling hand cut the third citron.
Immediately the third Princess appeared. “Give me of the water to drink,” said she.
At once the Prince handed her the golden cup. She drank deeply, and then she smiled upon him, and it was his own dear love who stood before him more beautiful than ever.
The Prince could hardly believe in his good fortune. But the Princess told him all that had happened to her—how Lucy had pushed her into the water, and how she had been changed first into a fish, and then into a bird, and then into a citron as she had been before. The Prince could not wonder and marvel enough. He took her by the hand and led her up to the castle, and her golden hair fell all about her so that she seemed to be clothed in a shimmering golden mantle.
When she appeared before the King he was amazed at the beauty of her, and when the Prince told him that this was his true bride and not the other, his happiness knew no bounds. The whole palace resounded with rejoicings. Only Lucy was so terrified that she ran and jumped out of a window and broke her neck.
But the kingdom was given to the youngest Prince, and he and the Princess reigned there in peace and happiness as long as they lived.
Story DNA
Moral
Kindness and perseverance will ultimately be rewarded, while malice and deception lead to ruin.
Plot Summary
An aging King challenges his three sons to find the most beautiful bride to inherit his kingdom. The youngest Prince, after showing kindness to an old crone, receives a magic pipe that leads him to three captive Princesses transformed into silver citrons. He restores one Princess by a stream, but a jealous servant, Lucy, pushes the Princess into the water and takes her place. The true Princess undergoes several magical transformations (fish, bird, citron tree) due to Lucy's malice, each time drawing closer to the Prince. Finally, the Prince discovers the citron tree, restores his true love, exposes Lucy's deception, and marries the beautiful Princess, inheriting the kingdom.
Themes
Emotional Arc
grief and despair to joy and triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
This story is presented as a 'Persian Story,' suggesting an origin or adaptation from Persian folklore, though specific elements like Trolls might be borrowed or reinterpreted.
Plot Beats (15)
- An aging King sends his three sons to find the most beautiful Princess to inherit his kingdom.
- The two elder Princes quickly find beautiful brides and return, mocking their youngest brother.
- The youngest Prince, after waiting for his brothers, sets out and shares his food and wine with a hideous old crone.
- The crone gives him a magic pipe, which summons Trolls who lead him to a mountain where three captive Princesses are held.
- The Princesses transform into three silver citrons to hide from the Prince, who takes them with him.
- The crone reappears and gives him a silver knife and golden cup, instructing him to cut open a citron by a stream and give the appearing Princess water from the cup.
- The Prince successfully transforms the third Princess, but a jealous servant, Lucy, pushes the Princess into the stream and takes her place by pretending to be bewitched.
- The Prince, heartbroken but believing Lucy, brings her to the castle, where the King and brothers are disgusted by her ugliness.
- The true Princess transforms into a silver fish, which is caught by another servant and brought to the Prince, cheering him.
- Lucy, jealous of the Prince's affection for the fish, has it stolen and burned, but it transforms into a silver bird.
- The silver bird sings outside the Prince's window, again bringing him joy, but Lucy has it caught and its neck wrung.
- Three drops of the bird's blood fall, and a silver citron tree grows, bearing three silver citrons identical to the originals.
- The Prince plucks the citrons, goes to the stream, and successfully restores his true love, the third Princess, by giving her water from the golden cup.
- The Princess reveals Lucy's treachery; Lucy, terrified, jumps from a window and dies.
- The youngest Prince and his true bride are married and inherit the kingdom, ruling happily.
Characters
The King ◆ supporting
An elderly man, likely of average height but perhaps slightly stooped with age. His build would be consistent with a life of royalty, not one of manual labor, possibly a bit portly. His skin would show the signs of age with wrinkles.
Attire: Rich, flowing Persian court robes made of silk or brocade, likely in deep jewel tones like sapphire or emerald, possibly embroidered with gold thread. He would wear a jeweled turban or a crown, and perhaps a wide sash around his waist.
Wants: To ensure a peaceful succession for his kingdom and to see his sons happily married.
Flaw: Can be easily deceived by appearances and is quick to judge based on initial impressions, as seen with Lucy.
He learns to see beyond superficial beauty and recognizes the true worth of his youngest son's bride, eventually finding immense happiness.
Wise, fair, decisive, but also capable of being stern and easily swayed by appearances. He values beauty and lineage for his sons' brides.
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An elderly Persian king standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a long, well-groomed white beard and kind, wise eyes. He wears a flowing, deep blue silk robe embroidered with gold patterns, a wide golden sash, and a jeweled turban. His hands are clasped in front of him. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Youngest Prince ★ protagonist
A stout and comely young man, likely of average height and a healthy, athletic build. His appearance would be pleasing, reflecting his royal lineage.
Attire: Practical but well-made traveling clothes initially, perhaps a tunic and trousers made of sturdy linen or wool in earthy tones, with a simple leather belt. Later, he would wear finer Persian garments, possibly a silk tunic and embroidered vest, but still with a sense of understated elegance compared to his brothers.
Wants: To find a beautiful Princess as a bride to win the kingdom, but also driven by a deep sense of compassion and justice.
Flaw: Initially, he is somewhat naive and easily deceived by Lucy's trickery, leading to great sorrow.
He transforms from a hopeful but naive young man into a wise and just ruler, learning to discern true beauty and overcome deception, ultimately finding true love and happiness.
Kind, compassionate, patient, humble, resourceful, and persistent. He is not easily deterred by setbacks and values inner worth over superficial appearances.
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A young Persian man standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has dark, neatly styled hair, a handsome face with kind, thoughtful brown eyes, and a healthy, athletic build. He wears a practical, deep green linen tunic, light brown trousers, and a simple leather belt. He carries a small leather scrip over his shoulder. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Woman ◆ supporting
Extremely old and frail, so bent that her nose and chin almost meet. She is described as 'hideous' due to her age and decrepitude, suggesting a gaunt and weathered appearance.
Attire: Ragged, simple peasant clothes, likely made of coarse, undyed wool or linen, patched and worn. She would wear a simple head covering, perhaps a tattered scarf.
Wants: To test the character of the Princes and to reward those who show compassion.
Flaw: None apparent, as she is a magical being in disguise.
She serves as a catalyst for the youngest Prince's journey, providing him with the means to find his true love.
Initially appears pitiful and humble, but is revealed to be a powerful magical being. She is discerning, rewarding kindness and punishing cruelty.
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An extremely elderly woman, severely hunched over, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. Her face is deeply wrinkled with a prominent hooked nose and chin that nearly meet. She has sparse white hair under a tattered grey scarf. She wears ragged, patched brown linen clothes. She leans heavily on a gnarled wooden crutch. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Lucy ⚔ antagonist
Initially described as an 'ugly servant wench,' she is physically unattractive. When she dresses in the Princess's robes, she looks 'more hideous than ever,' suggesting her ugliness is inherent and not just due to her station. She is likely of average height and build, but her features are unappealing.
Attire: Initially, simple, coarse servant's attire, likely a drab tunic and skirt made of rough fabric. When she impersonates the Princess, she wears the beautiful robes and jewels, but they do not suit her and make her look worse.
Wants: To usurp the Princess's place, marry the Prince, and gain the status and wealth of a royal bride.
Flaw: Her inherent ugliness (both physical and moral), her cowardice, and her inability to truly embody the grace and beauty of a princess.
She rises through deception to a position of power but is ultimately exposed and meets a violent end, receiving just punishment for her wickedness.
Deceitful, envious, cruel, greedy, and cowardly. She is driven by a desire for status and power, willing to harm others to achieve her goals.
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A young Persian woman standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a coarse, unpleasant face with small, beady dark eyes and a wide, thin-lipped mouth. Her dark hair is unkempt and stringy. She wears a drab, patched brown linen tunic and a simple skirt. Her expression is sly and resentful. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Princess ★ protagonist
Exquisitely beautiful, described as 'more beautiful than ever' and 'clothed in a shimmering golden mantle' by her hair. She is graceful and delicate, possessing a radiant presence.
Attire: Initially, simple white robes provided by the Troll King, but later, she would wear the finest Persian silks and jewels, befitting her royal status, in rich, vibrant colors that complement her beauty.
Wants: To be reunited with her true love and reclaim her rightful place.
Flaw: Her vulnerability to the deception and cruelty of others, particularly Lucy.
She endures a series of magical transformations and trials, ultimately returning to her true form and marrying the Prince, reigning happily.
Gentle, kind, patient, and resilient. Despite her trials, she maintains her inner beauty and grace.
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A young Persian princess standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has an exquisitely beautiful face with gentle features and kind, dark eyes. Her incredibly long, lustrous golden hair cascades around her like a shimmering mantle, reaching her knees. She wears a flowing, elegant white silk gown with delicate gold embroidery. Her expression is serene and loving. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Elder Princes ○ minor
Both are described as 'stout and comely lads,' suggesting they are handsome and well-built, similar to their younger brother but lacking his inner goodness.
Attire: Rich, fine Persian garments, likely silk tunics and embroidered vests in vibrant colors, perhaps more ostentatious than their younger brother's initial attire, reflecting their pride.
Wants: To win the kingdom by bringing home the most beautiful bride, and to belittle their younger brother.
Flaw: Their pride, cruelty, and superficiality, which prevent them from recognizing true worth.
They remain unchanged, serving as foils to the virtuous youngest Prince, their initial success overshadowed by his ultimate triumph.
Arrogant, selfish, cruel, and jealous. They lack compassion and look down on their younger brother.
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Two young Persian men standing side-by-side, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. They have handsome faces with arrogant expressions and dark, neatly styled hair. They are well-built. One wears a rich red silk tunic with gold embroidery, the other a deep purple silk tunic with silver embroidery. Both wear fine trousers and soft leather boots. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, two figures, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Trolls ◆ supporting
Small, black creatures with long noses. They appear in a 'score' (twenty), suggesting they are numerous and uniform in appearance. The oldest is described as 'blackest,' implying a range of darkness in their skin/hide.
Attire: No specific clothing is mentioned, suggesting they are either naked or wear very simple, natural coverings that blend with their dark skin. Perhaps small, rough loincloths or vests.
Wants: To serve the master of the magical pipe.
Flaw: They cannot 'touch' the Princess, indicating a limitation to their magical abilities.
They serve as magical guides and helpers for the Youngest Prince.
Obedient, helpful, and knowledgeable about the magical world. They are loyal to whoever commands the pipe.
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Twenty small, black, humanoid creatures with long, pointed noses, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. Their skin is dark and leathery, and they have small, beady eyes. They wear simple, rough dark grey loincloths. Their expressions are eager and subservient. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, multiple figures, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Forest Edge
The boundary of a dense forest, providing shade from the sun. The ground is likely soft earth with some undergrowth, where travelers can rest. The air is still and warm.
Mood: Initially peaceful and inviting for rest, later becomes a place of encounter and magical intervention.
The elder Princes encounter the old crone and refuse her food. The youngest Prince later shares his food with her and receives the magic pipe.
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A sun-dappled edge of a dense, ancient Persian forest, with tall, leafy trees casting long shadows onto a dry, earthy clearing. Patches of wild grass and small, hardy shrubs grow at the forest's fringe. The light filters through the canopy, creating a warm, dappled effect on the ground. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Troll King's Mountain Lair
A vast, cavernous chamber hidden within a high mountain, belonging to the King of the Trolls. The air is cool and still, with a sense of ancient, hidden power. The space is large enough to hold three captive princesses.
Mood: Mysterious, imposing, and slightly eerie, yet also a place of potential rescue.
The youngest Prince, guided by the Trolls, enters the mountain, finds the three captive princesses, and takes the three silver citrons, the silver knife, and the golden cup.
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A vast, echoing subterranean chamber carved into solid rock within a high mountain. The walls are rough-hewn stone, gleaming faintly with mineral deposits, and the ceiling arches high overhead, disappearing into shadow. A few scattered, large, smooth boulders serve as crude furniture. The air is cool and still, with a faint, ethereal glow emanating from unseen fissures, highlighting the ancient, unyielding nature of the rock. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Royal Palace of the King
A grand Persian palace, likely built with sun-baked brick and adorned with intricate tilework, perhaps featuring a central courtyard (riad) and multiple chambers. The architecture would include pointed arches, muqarnas vaults, and rich textiles. The air is filled with the scent of spices and perhaps rosewater.
Mood: Initially expectant and celebratory, then shifts to disappointment and scorn, eventually returning to joy and triumph.
The Princes present their brides. The youngest Prince brings the false bride, causing dismay. Later, the Princess, transformed into a fish, then a bird, then a citron tree, is finally restored here, leading to Lucy's demise and the Prince's rightful claim to the kingdom.
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A richly decorated inner chamber of a Persian royal palace, featuring walls adorned with intricate geometric tile mosaics in blues, greens, and golds. Sunlight streams through a tall, arched window with delicate mashrabiya screens, illuminating plush carpets and silk cushions on the floor. The ceiling is a complex muqarnas vault, painted with celestial patterns, and the air is warm and fragrant. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Stream by the Palace
A flowing stream, likely fed by a natural spring, with grassy banks. The water is clear and cool, reflecting the sky. The air is fresh and humid near the water.
Mood: Initially a place of betrayal and transformation, later a place of hope and restoration.
The false Princess pushes the true Princess into the stream, where she transforms into a silver fish. Later, the Prince returns here to open the silver citrons, restoring his true love.
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A clear, gently flowing stream winding through a lush, green landscape, with soft, grassy banks overhanging the water. Sunlight filters through the leaves of nearby date palms and oleander bushes, dappling the water's surface. The ground is moist earth, and small wildflowers bloom along the edges of the stream. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
