There was no marriage
In the Kingdom that year.
The court was quite aghast—
Turned him down flat, they said.

The Prince was left
Looking quite the fool,
and the King, enraged,
Castrated seven cuckolds in a row—
They whispered it was a warning to his son.
The Queen, unasked, advised
That had he wanted it that much
He should just have raped the whore.

While she smiled gently,
And gentler yet, refused—
But thanked him
For returning her slipper.