fairy tale villain interpretation task

Seven days later, the king announced the death of Prince Randall with great sorrow.

The funeral took place on a cloudy day.In the royal cemetery, a beautiful walnut coffin was buried bit by bit.Since the body was never found, only one of Randall's favorite dresses was placed in the coffin.

The queen was so sad that she couldn't stand alone at all, and the maids beside her had to help her constantly.After the last corner of the coffin disappeared into the soil, the queen passed out without saying a word, and the king who loved his wife immediately became nervous, and the scene suddenly fell into a little chaos.In the midst of her busy schedule, Princess Anne, wearing a black gauze hat, stood up calmly and temporarily took over the command, which quickly calmed down the commotion at the funeral and ended the ceremony perfectly.

Lan Ni's face was pale, and her whole body was on the verge of collapse. As soon as she returned to the palace, she locked herself in the room.The relationship between Hugh and Randall is not too deep, but this is the first time he has experienced the death of his relatives. Until now, he is still a little bit overwhelmed, feeling that he has lived the past few days like a crazy dream.

When everyone was busy with self-pity and grief, Anne, as the eldest princess, began to show amazing talent. She dealt with many troubles caused by the death of the prince in an orderly manner, which made the king nod frequently , showing appreciation.

The Gethatch royal family, who had a marriage contract with Randall, was really taken aback by the news of Randall's death, but they quickly reacted and sent a letter to King Odette.

King Gessage first expressed his regret and regret for the loss of an excellent prince in Odette, then greeted and comforted the king and his wife's body and mood, and finally mentioned Princess Anne cryptically, and expressed the hope that the marriage plan between the two countries will continue will have an impact on this.

In the face of the big picture, all personal feelings can be ignored.Simply put, the Gessage royal family hopes that Princess Anne can replace Randall to marry Prince William, and use marriage to continue to maintain friendly and stable diplomatic relations between the two countries.

The king thought over and over for a long time with the letter, and finally decided to call Princess Anne and ask her what she thought.

Annie could hardly contain her inner excitement, and after reading the letter, she agreed to the marriage without hesitation.

Since Anne had no objection, the king said no more.Soon, news of the imminent grand wedding of the two royal families spread throughout every land.This kind of royal celebration has not been held for a long time, and people can't help but rejoice and rush to tell each other.The name of Prince Randall is like a handful of fine sand blown away by the wind. The once glamorous generation has disappeared from people's memory with his untimely death.

On the night of the wedding, the lights in the palace burned all night, and the sound of music and laughter never stopped.

Although Prince William's expression was still a little sluggish, his face was no longer haggard.He took Princess Anne's hand and spun round and round on the dance floor.

Lani didn't show up, and Hugh, who came to see off her wedding, was sitting next to Prince William's younger brother, Prince Ziegeff. The two of them put their heads together and laughed from time to time, talking about something interesting.

A big black swan flapped its powerful and graceful wings, and slowly landed in the large lake outside the auditorium.It folded its wings, paddled the water lightly, and came to the shore.

The black swan's slender neck was bent at an elegant angle, its head was looking in the direction of the palace, and it remained motionless quietly.

"Huh? Where did this swan come from?" A passing maid had just casually glanced at the lake, but unexpectedly found a surprise.She excitedly said: "What a beautiful little guy!"

"It seems to be listening to the music in the auditorium." Another maid said, tilting her head.

Her companion giggled and said, "It seems that the charm of the prince and princess is irresistible even to animals. I have to say, they look so beautiful dancing together!"

"Yes, they are really a match made in heaven, a perfect match!"

The two chatted and walked away slowly.The black swan moved, took a last look at the brightly lit auditorium, and then spread its wings. After a long buffer, it soared into the sky and let out a long wail.

Randall felt the coolness of the night wind passing through the gaps in the feathers, endured the pain of his heart being almost torn in two, and quickly swept across the night sky.He was so painful that he wanted to scream loudly, but he could only utter the mournful and mournful cry of a swan.

Randall can still clearly recall the pain when water and sand were poured into his nose and the despair of being forced into the water by his sister. However, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had turned into a black swan .He stumbled to his feet, learned to fly in a hurry, and returned to the palace at the risk of almost breaking his neck, but sadly found that Anne could not be punished at all.

After all, no one listens to a swan.

So he could only watch his parents grieve, watch Lanny hide out of nothing, watch the empty coffin engraved with his name being buried in the cemetery, and watch the person he loves join the murderer who killed him Have a wedding.

Randall hovered over the Gethazi Palace in circles, whining incessantly.After a long time, he was finally tired and stopped in a small river.His flippers did not move, and he drifted down with the current in desperation.

This is a small river completely different from the place where he was buried. It is not too deep, and the water flows slowly. With an indescribable gentleness, it quietly pushes the beautiful black swan to drift slowly.Randall looked at the moon in the sky, recalled his past life, and couldn't help screaming again.His voice was mellow, as if he was singing a beautiful serenade.

An Yunze followed Randall on the shore with his hands behind his back.He looked calmly at the black swan in the water covered in silver by the moonlight, his eyes were exceptionally soft.

"Huh? Where did this swan come from?" Suddenly, a male voice not far away exclaimed, "It sings so beautifully!"

"Does it sound good? I think it's just the chirping of swans." The woman in the red dress holding the man's arm said bluntly.

The man lowered his eyelashes slightly, hiding the impatience in his eyes.He said: "I have never heard such a beautiful swan cry in my life. If it can be made into a harp, it will definitely emit more wonderful melodies."

The eyes of the woman in the red dress lit up.Her name is Carrie, and the man is a luthier who passed by their town recently. He is handsome and good at making girls happy. Unknowingly, Carrie has left a heart in him.But she was only a miller's daughter, and she couldn't afford to buy a decent present for the luthier.She had been troubled by this for a long time, always worried that the luthier would leave her, now hearing what the luthier said, she suddenly had an idea.

"If I give you this swan, can you write a song for me yourself?" Carrie asked the luthier with a sweet smile.

A just right smile also appeared on the face of the luthier, and said: "Of course, my dear. I can even play that piece of music for you with this new piano."

After hearing this, Carrie immediately felt that each letter was like a drop of honey, and it all flowed into her heart.She immediately found the rope, came to the river again, and tied Randall tightly.

An Yunze became nervous, and stopped strolling in the courtyard, but looked at Carrie vigilantly, his eyes full of warnings.

Number 963 said indifferently: "Why are you so nervous? You can't do anything."

An Yunze ignored him, and his eyes fell on the rope in Carrie's hand.He stretched out his hand again and again, trying to grab the rope, but failed again and again.

After all, Randall had just become a swan not long ago, and was immersed in his own thoughts, completely unaware of the danger around him, until a hemp rope suddenly wrapped around his neck, he came back to his senses, and then spread his wings, violently Struggled up.

Carrie staggered from his force, a look of annoyance flashed across her face.She yanked the rope hard, and Randall immediately groaned in pain.The noose pulled his fragile neck, making it impossible for him to breathe. The feeling of suffocation came back again, and Randall struggled almost madly, turning the calm river into a puddle of boiling water.

It's a pity that the black swan could not compare to the miller's daughter after all. Randall was dragged ashore dying, with his wings spread out and lying on the grass, exhausted the last bit of energy.

In order to ensure the integrity of the swan, Carrie tied it tightly with ropes.In the next few days, Randall couldn't even drink a sip of water. His sanity almost completely collapsed, and he was dried alive in Carrie's house without any resistance.

Seeing this, An Yunze almost collapsed. He finally couldn't help poking the number 963: "I don't want to watch it, go back! This is too cruel!"

No. 963 regrets: "After the projection starts, it cannot be turned off halfway. We must finish watching."

An Yunze couldn't help roaring: "How long is it? How miserable Randall must be before you are satisfied? Wasn't that enough before!"

Number 963 didn't speak. It knew that An Yunze was in love again. At this time, it's best not to disturb him easily.

The luthier really meant what he said. He used a surgical technique to carefully dispose of the body of the black swan. The sternum was cut out to make the piano seat, and the wing bones were picked out to make the piano shaft. The seven tendons were carefully pulled out and turned into seven crystal clear strings.

This is a unique lyre. The luthier worked day and night to carve exquisite swan patterns on the bones. The sound of the lyre is like flowing water, with a clear and melodious tone.The luthier looked at his masterpiece, his eyes were almost obsessed, and he intuitively felt that it would be difficult for him to have such a masterpiece in his life.

An Yunze sat next to the lyre, resting his chin and watching it quietly, feeling that he seemed to have found the reason why he could not move when he just woke up.

A gust of wind blows through the belly of the piano through the wide open window, like an invisible hand gently plucking the strings, and a desolate tune sounds, like weeping and complaining, like a heartbreaking elegy.

The author has something to say:

Well, I didn't think Randall was so miserable when I was drafting the outline... Should I change the easy in the label to a serious drama? [serious face]

Don't worry, the bad guys will be punished in the end!

Also, I beg the little angels to give me a hug of love when I was tortured and cried by my own brain~~! ! ! !