Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She was - oh - about thirty or thirty two, something along those lines. But her kingdom had a rule that prohibited marriage of any girl younger than the princess until she herself was wed, so it really wasn't that big of an issue, even though her parents were more than a little irritated at the time it was taking for her to make a decision, and they had started drawing up legal documents as a back-up in the case that she issed her childbearing years completely.
Not surprisingly, she ended up dissapearing into thin air one day. The detective her parents hired didn't come right out and say it, but he insinuated that she had been murdered by someone angered at the inability to get married themselves. Maybe a young girl in her twenties who was tired of waiting around. Or even a young man, who was tired of waiting around.
The moral of the story is, if you try to get other people to live up to your own personal ideals, they will eventually kill you.
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