Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess! But she wasn’t like any other princess, no—because, well, she was… a rock. Yes, you heard that right. A rock. Not just any rock, mind you, but the most gentle, kind-hearted, and perfectly immobile princess in all the land.
The people adored her. “Look at her grace!” they’d say, admiring the way she stayed in the same spot day after day, never causing a fuss.
She never complained, never moved, and definitely never asked for fancy dresses or endless balls. Truly, a low-maintenance princess.
Of course, many brave knights tried to rescue her from her “cursed” form, believing her to be trapped by a wicked spell. They would arrive, swords drawn, declaring, “Fear not, fair maiden! I shall break the spell that binds you!” only to realise she was… well, still just a rock.
One knight, Sir Harold the Overly Confident, spent a good hour yelling at the rock, waiting for it to turn into a lady. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. His grand plan? Kiss it. “True love’s kiss will break the curse!” he declared.
But the rock remained decidedly unkissable and just as rocky as ever.
Eventually, the kingdom got used to the idea. “Maybe she likes being a rock,” they’d say. “She seems pretty content.” After all, the princess had the best kingdom-wide reputation. Never started drama, never turned frogs into princes, and never demanded a bigger castle. Quite frankly, she rocked.
And thus, the legend of Princess Pebble was born—the most serene and solid princess in all the land. The Rock!