Every 100 years or so, he made a request. (Not a decree or proclamation. A simple request. Usually very reasonable.) On this Day of Solicitation, the prince resolved to have the entire royal family appear in church ON TIME.
His wish would be granted, and peace would prevail in the kingdom throughout the coming century.
But, whereas the Prince was solid gold to his very core; the queen was a confusing assortment of darling, domestic, hag, jester,witch, princess, and seductress. Unstable.

Therefore, the Handsome Prince strategically arose on the established Sabbath at the crack of dawn. He prepared a delicious breakfast of coffee cake (aka breakfast cake for devout Mormons) and set the table.
All was going according to plan. His merry morning moxie song reverberated through the castle's upper floors.
Alas, when the Prince emerged from the royal restroom, clean shaven and smelling spectacular, to Handsome's dismay, he found the rumpled queen and three of the fair little princesses comatose inside the royal berth.
The little heirs quickly awoke and fled to the table.
His perfect world crumbled further as HP was called away to a meeting, forcing him to leave the entire future of the kingdom in the hands of the slothful queen. He resigned himself to his fate.
The rest of this story is quite painful to relate, so we'll just skip ahead to the end.
The Prince and his royal children were forced to leave Mums on the trail and proceed without her.
They arrived early and saved her a seat. She walked in during the opening hymn.
To add insult to injury, she later cussed out the poor prince for awakening the entire household so dang early. He sighed, forgave her and made a mental note to forget about making any more special requests.
And they lived Happily Ever After.
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