Variations

hello. I'm going to put my variations of fairytales/folktales on this page. please don't edit or copy any of the stories. (if you're fixing grammar mistakes, that's fine)
Trigger warnings: blood, violence, murder (and these won't be in every single story)
Once upon a time, there were three princesses. They grew up and their father, the king, found husbands for all three of them. The eldest had four daughters, Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. The middle sister had four daughters, Stream, Ivy, Dusk, and Dawn. The middle sister also had four sons, Flame, Ice, Hurricane, and Lightning. The youngest sister had one daughter, and she had no name. Her mother and her father died before she was given a name. No one thought to give her a name. The king died, and the eldest daughter and her husband became the king and queen. As the princesses and princes grew, no one cared much for the nameless princess. She was ignored. In lessons, the tutor never called on her, even if her hand was the only one up, for she had no name. The princess stopped raising her hand, but she always knew the answer. The other children would not play with her. She stopped trying to play with them, and turned to books. She read, and she read. She soon stopped going to class, and no one cared that she was gone. The princess explored the castle. She knew every nook and cranny and crevice. She knew all the hiding spots, and all the secret passages. But the princess was lonely. Then, one day, there was a terrible, raging storm. The king and the queen where away. All the princes and princes where gathered in the main room. There was a knock at the door. Princess Summer, the eldest, answered. An ugly old hag was there. "Please" she croaked. "Please give me shelter from the storm" Princess Summer walked away, her sister following. Princess Ivy and her sisters came up. "What can you offer us?" Princess Stream asked. The woman held up a rose. The princesses at the door did not consider the beauty of the rose, the way the rainbow seemed to shimmer in the petals. They just scoffed and turned away. "Guards, throw this old hag in the dungeon" Prince Ice ordered. The guard grabbed the woman, who made no struggle, even as she was thrown in the dungeon. Later, the Princess with no name snuck into the dungeon. She brought a loaf of bread and a small pitcher of water with her. She gave them to the woman. The two talked, and over the days well the King and Queen were away, they became friends. The King and Queen returned, but it was several months before anyone told them of the woman in the dungeon. They arranged an execution, repulsed by the woman's behavior. The Princess cried that night. She did not want to loose her only friend.