"Someday my Prince will come," Princess Lilac said to herself as she stared out the barred window of her prison cell. "And when he finally gets here, I’m going to kick his ass!"

She turned as she heard the bolt on the large metal door disengage, the door swinging open on squeaky hinges. Miranda, the nastiest witch in the Kingdom, walked in, carrying a tray heaped high with sandwiches and snack cakes and a small ceramic tea set.