Fairy of Tapestries. Horror stories about fairies and demons

I’m a princess. Grooms are obliged to fight for my hand. Such are the conditions in our country. Nothing can be done about them. Tradition is tradition. It doesn’t matter how many kings have war elephants, knights and treasures as a gift for me. Each of the aspirants must take on the battle with my giant protector. Nobody knows that I will actually fight. And you can’t defeat me. After all, a spell has been put on me. I kill and maim suitors one by one. Serves them right! There is nothing to marry a girl just because of her inheritance. What is the way to marry for profit and without love? Such suitors deserve a fair punishment. I go out to the lists, where tournaments usually take place, and enter the battle without any remorse. I know that I am much stronger and more agile than my opponents. It doesn’t matter that they fought wars and I didn’t. It is important that the most skilled knight of all existing is me. But I have a little black secret that no one knows about.

My father the king is pouting. After all, when he dies, I myself will rule the country. I won’t have a husband, because no one can defeat me. And the condition that the groom must certainly go through the duel cannot be canceled in any way. The honor of the whole kingdom will suffer from this. The only thing that matchmakers can do is to put up some stronger opponent, for example, a giant or a magician. These tricks did not work with me either. I always conquer everyone. Every country can only dream of a queen like me. My father is angry with me, but he cannot do anything. He, too, begins to fear me, seeing how easily I defeat even the greatest warriors in battle.

When I become a queen, I will go to war to all nearby countries so that my kingdom grows due to the lands annexed to it by force. This is whispered to me by a creature who plans to become my advisor in the future.

Oh yeah, about this creature:

When a disgusting old man, a great sultan from across the sea, first wooed me, I fled from the castle and wandered through the black wastelands, where even the royal guards are afraid to look. Everyone just kept repeating how dangerous it was here, and that none of those who came here would return alive. Indeed, once, passing by in a carriage, I myself saw how people who entered these territories turn black and shrink before our eyes, turning into walking relics in minutes. Then such people can only be burned so that they do not infect others. This is what they do to them if they go beyond the line of the wasteland. After all, the infection from the wasteland spreads with the speed of a black wind. But only if someone brings it in. If no one goes there, then the epidemic remains within the dry land cracked. The cracks here are such that you can fall through them, like in a gorge. But I do not care! Better death than marriage to someone who is disgusting. I myself am a young girl of seventeen. Why should I be given, as a prize, to some old sultan or king? Better to get lost or die.