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Sunday, 28 January 2018

Snow White: A Practical Version



Lorenzo:         We’re doing a good thing.
Angelica:        Yes.
Lorenzo:         A noble thing.
Angelica:        Yes.
Lorenzo:         We’re putting our own feelings aside for the good of our families.
Angelica:        Yes. So we’ll get married and have lots of children and everyone will be happy.
Lorenzo:         Except us. Whoa, wait a minute, children? Who said anything about having children?
Angelica:        What did you expect? It’s what married couples do.
Leonardo S2 E11, ‘Hitched’ (2012)

It probably says something about the kind of brain I have that an idea it recently chucked at me for a fun twist on a fairytale was to explain the characters’ actions as having taken place for extremely practical and mundane reasons chiefly relating to the politics of running a small kingdom. This is the spirit in which the following monologue was written, which is intended to represent the thoughts of the prince associated with Snow White. I hope you derive some amusement from it, and if any possibilities for further filling out of plot details along the same lines should occur to you – I’ve left the story halfway through, after all – or, indeed, if any particularly fun possibilities for the rendering of other fairytales in the same manner should occur to you, then please do voice them, or rather, type them, I suppose.
 
Snow White, according to the digital paintbrush of the very talented xaolan at newgrounds.com.
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Heirs.

That’s what it’s about, at the end of the day, this whole prince-charming gig. If you haven’t got an heir, then it doesn’t matter how good you are at duelling and dragon-slaying and diplomacy; it doesn’t matter how capable or virtuous or beloved by your people you are; it doesn’t matter whether you’ve managed to defeat your enemies and secure your borders and bring peace and prosperity to the territories over which you’re responsible, because if you haven’t got an heir, then there’s nobody to hand the peace and prosperity down to. No heir means that all those achievements die with you and the kingdom descends into civil war as your former advisors and even friends trample each other down in a vicious scramble to claim your vacant throne. A lack of an heir has spelled the doom of some of the most impressive autocracies in history; don’t think it won’t spell the doom of yours too.1

At least, that’s how my parents seem to like to put it. And the thing is, parents, merely by virtue of their being parents, rather annoyingly have every right to put the pressure on as far as this point is concerned: they have, merely by virtue of their being parents, already enjoyed some success in the business of producing heirs. In other words, nothing less than my own very existence provides the basis for the standard I’m expected to meet.

But in order to produce an heir, of course, one needs a wife. And this, my friends, is why you’ve ended up under the impression that princes like me have nothing better to do with our time than pursuing potential brides, whether that involves something strenuous like slaying a dragon who’s keeping a lady captive, or something less strenuous like holding a lot of parties. It’s because we genuinely haven’t got anything better to do with our time. Nothing is more important than providing a secure future for the kingdom, and that means that nothing is more important than finding someone to marry.

Though, just to make life more complicated, it can’t just be any old someone. First off, she has to be a woman of high status. A noblewoman from your own kingdom might sometimes do, but really you want a princess from another kingdom, because then you can use the marriage to make an alliance. In short, the better her position is, the better your position and your heirs’ position will be. Second, she has to be in a promising state for childbearing. Princesses tend to get married in their late teens, to make maximum use of their fertile years. General good health matters as well; if she looks sickly or weak, that raises the question of how well her body will cope with pregnancy and childbirth. To a large extent, that’s the real issue at hand when we’re talking about beauty (or lack of it). And third, and trickiest, you have to be very, very sure that she is in fact – ah, how to put this delicately … that she is in fact a maiden. Heirs are the whole point; if there is any doubt about the parentage of the children she bears, any at all, then we have a civil-war scenario brewing already. I wouldn’t be so crass as to point fingers, but everyone knows of cases where a princess’ startling eagerness to get married has been followed by a reasonably short pregnancy resulting in a child whose resemblance to said princess’ husband is, shall we say, rather limited. So if one’s potential bride has been confined to the house doing domestic chores, or imprisoned alone in a secret tower in the woods, or trapped in a castle whose every occupant including herself is under a sleep enchantment behind an impenetrable hedge of thorns, or something, ever since she hit puberty, that’s pretty ideal. If you’d been thinking it was just sheer noble princely heroism that prompted us to rescue these kinds of damsels in distress, then I hate to burst your bubble, but think again. It’s far more selfish than that.
 
Thorns. Ouch.
I hasten to add that a rescued princess has every right to turn her rescuer down, but they hardly ever do. A nice marriage alliance and a few high-status heirs probably look just as desirable to her as to him. If her parents are still about, you can bet they’ve been putting just as much pressure on her as his have on him. Plus, if you’ve managed to climb the secret tower or hack your way through the hedge of thorns or slay the dragon – whatever the nature of the confinement may be – you’ve proved that you’ve got a bit about you, you know. You’ve got some guts and some physical prowess and probably some brains as well, and that means you might well do a halfway decent job of maintaining peace and security in your court and kingdom, which means the oh-so-important heirs will hopefully end up with something halfway decent to inherit, and Her Highness will be able to live in comfort while she’s busy producing them. A prince who’s competent enough to rescue her from her imprisonment is as good as she’s likely to get, basically.

I didn’t quite manage to properly rescue my damsel in distress in time.

Her name is Snow White,2 and she is a princess, but you wouldn’t necessarily know it to look at her right now. Her parents both died before she came of age, so her stepmother starting acting as regent for her, and of course she made all the right noises about handing the throne back to Snow White just as soon as she was old enough, but come on, we’ve all seen that before. If the Queen Regent had been serious about ever relinquishing her power, she wouldn’t have had Snow White locked up in the bit of the palace where the scullery maids live, now would she?

Ah, you’ve spotted it. A princess locked up with the scullery maids since she was a child, but now teetering on the brink of adulthood – as potential brides go, she ticked all the boxes. The fact that she’d been functionally stripped of her royal status presented a slight snag, admittedly, but I didn’t imagine that would be too difficult to deal with: the Queen Regent was unpopular, and restoring the kingdom to Snow White would probably only take a small army, which is something I happen to have. So I did my heroic breaking-into-the-palace bit, which I figured should be enough to prove my worth, and had a bit of a chat with the princess. She looked in pretty good shape to me – very pale, granted, presumably from having spent so much time indoors, but the scullery maids had clearly been making sure she was well fed and looked after (and her hips weren’t a bad width either) – and she was keen to get her kingdom back, so when I offered her that in exchange for her hand in marriage, she jumped at the chance. It was all going swimmingly; all I had to do was nip back home to gather my troops, depose the Queen Regent, and arrange for Snow White’s coronation, and the deal would be done.

How the Queen Regent got wind of my plan, I have no idea. But she’s a shrewd and decisive lady, I’ll give her that: she immediately took measures to get rid of Snow White permanently. She’d presumably been hoping that if she just kept the princess out of sight, unmarried, and so heirless, she’d be able to establish her own line on the throne – because even though Snow White was the rightful ruler, if she didn’t have any heirs, then taking major risks in order to put her back on the throne wouldn’t necessarily look like a great option as far as her subjects were concerned. Again, it’s all about the heirs!

A huntsman was charged with killing Snow White, but he was loyal to her family and wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her, so she ended up fleeing into the woods, according to my sources – though that’s the last they’ve heard of her. I’ve got my people scouring the area for any sign of her, but I don’t doubt the Queen Regent will be doing the same by now; she’ll have twigged soon enough that the huntsman didn’t really kill Snow White. So it’s essentially a race. If I find her first, we’ll proceed with the original plan. If the Queen Regent finds her first, she’ll kill her. But I can’t make a move against the Queen Regent until I’ve found Snow White: if I’m not restoring the rightful monarch to the throne, it’ll just be a straightforward invasion, and I somehow think the people of that kingdom, not to mention my own, might look rather less fondly on that.

My dear parents, as you can probably imagine, are not exactly thrilled by these developments. I mean, I’m obviously going to stick to what I promised Snow White whatever happens, or my word will be worth nothing, and I’ll be very glad to find her safe and well whatever the circumstances, but I dread to think what my parents might say if it turns out she’s been spending time with other men since she, you know, fled for her life and that. Oh, wait a moment, here’s a messenger; he’ll be bringing the latest report from my scouts, I should think…

Oh, thank goodness, they’ve found her! And she’s all right! And she’s … been living with seven men in a remote cottage in the forest.

Oh dear. How on earth am I going to explain that?

Footnotes

1 Notable example: Alexander the Great. I once read a really interesting novel based on psychological analysis of Henry VIII that made pretty much exactly the same point, so I probably owe some credit there: https://www.hive.co.uk/Product/H-M-Castor/VIII/10802882.

2 I wrote a bit about Disney’s Snow White specifically – and touched very lightly on some of the ideas covered in this post – in ‘In Defence of Snow White’ in October 2016. In the box on the right if you happen to fancy a read. Also, here’s a fascinating video that also makes a defence of Snow White as a great Disney princess, though on very different grounds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7FF8nL42qw.

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