Once upon time there was a magical kingdom far far away where there lived a man named Rumpelstiltskin. Now you may be thinking what a peculiar name that is, well he didn't just get that name form anywhere. It all started long long ago back in time where this story first unfolded.
One day as King Herrod was riding with his knights through the country side he stopped at a house that belonged to Mr.Miller. Mr.Miller was a bad man, he didn't treat his daughter well at all, forcing her to work all day all night and never get any rest. The king had come to collect his due, however Mr.Miller could not comply. So Mr.Miller had this grand idea that he would offer up his gorgeous daughter that not only was perfect for the king but could also do horrendous things. The King was very intrigued as to what exactly this daughter could do. So Mr.Miller went out and got his daughter from the seller and brought her to the palace. There the king sent her to a room to spin straw into gold, which she managed to do time and time again... with a little help from good old keniving Rumpelstiltskin. Rumpelstiltskin had been helping the girl do this for years on end in return for simple gifts, like rings, necklaces, and so forth, however the girl had ran out of objects to give being locked away in the palace. So she resulted in something much worse she decided to offer up her first born child to him, in return for the cruelest act of them all. The king had told her that she was to spin an entire kingdoms worth of straw into gold to not only be able to live, but also become his wife where he would then bare her with children so they could then spin straw into gold as well. Well Mr.Millers daughter did not want to bare this curse onto her future children knowing that she herself was not even doing it that Rumpelstiltskin had been doing it all along. So the next time the king had come into check on how the progression was going she grabbed the spinning needle, slit his throat with it, and then proceeded to let Rumpelstiltskin tear him limb from limb. Rumpelstiltskin had began to tear his insides out and spin them into the prettiest pink gold anyone has ever seen. This would be the new prized gold of the country, this would save her and her future children to come. So when the knights had came back to see not only where they're king was but to check on the gold, their greed and lust overtook them that they didn't even notice that their king was gone. They decided to make her queen after gazing upon the blood stained gold. After this moment for years to come Rumpelstiltskin had been killing anyone that betrayed her and turning their guts and blood into a shiny rose tinted gold for the country, and nobody even knew. Then One Day the queen had fell in love, married, and bared a child named Rose. Rumpelstiltskin had never forgotten the promise he was made that very important day all those years ago, and had came to collect upon his deal and take Rose for himself. The Queen was in so much horror at the idea of him taking Rose that she knew exactly what she had to do. She grabbed that very same needle she had used on the previous king, stabbed Rumpelstiltskin and slit his throat from ear to ear. She then decided it was time she start making the gold from his guts and that this gold would not only be the best out there but that she would make a solid pink gold necklace and have Rose wear it, from then on the gold was considered to be "Rose Gold".
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
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