The fairy princess stood on her balcony, her delicate wings shimmering in the moonlight. Tonight was the night—her Prince Charming service had promised a breathtakingly handsome prince, complete with a dazzling smile and impeccable charm. She sighed dreamily, picturing the perfect man swooping in to whisk her away.

  A soft whoosh of magic filled the air, and she turned, excitement bubbling in her chest. But instead of a dashing prince in shining armor, there stood... a lanky young man dressed in outdated, frilly attire that looked straight out of a Shakespearean play. His tights were sagging at the knees, and his ruffled collar was slightly askew.

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  The princess blinked. “Who... who are you?”

  He bowed deeply, one hand over his heart. “Good morrow, fair maiden! I am your Prince Charming, here to—"

  "Wait, wait, this is what I ordered?" She glanced at the enchanted brochure in her hand, the image of a muscular, gleaming prince grinning back at her. "Where’s the smile? The sparkle?"

  He flashed an awkward grin, his crooked teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Aye, I bring thee smiles and... poetry!" He fumbled, pulling out a tablet, ready to recite.

  The princess groaned, rubbing her temples. “I ordered a Prince Charming, not an understudy from Romeo and Juliet.”

  “Alas,” he replied, unfazed, “the charm is in the words, dear lady. Let me woo thee!”

  The princess sighed. "I want a refund."