A Prince of Faerie: Fantasy

It's not all it's cracked up to be, being a prince from fairyland. First thing, there's only one prince. Sure, I know the media around here call all of us "princes" and "princesses," and we try to match that for any public appearance or declared fairyfolk. Coronets, clothes of silk, waist-length hair, the full nine yards, as your saying goes. Every fragment of belief we get is precious. Think of it as if you owned some acres deep in the woods, and you found out that every child you could persuade to believe in Rumpelstiltskin resulted in a gold nugget appearing somewhere on your land. For a while we were all over the world, trying to persuade you all. Then we settled into fairytales and haunt stories. We were taken by surprise by your Industrial Revolution.


Inspiration: Weezer's "Beverly Hills" - otherwise not a particularly enjoyable song, and really not a good fit for the station it showed up on, Pandora....
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I guess I like the idea that it's basically a bunch of starvingly poor and desperate people whose survival depends on convincing everyone around them that they're rich, glamorous, and magical.