𝒮𝐻𝐸 𝒲𝒜𝒮𝒩'𝒯 𝑀𝒜𝒟𝐸 𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒮 ——– for any of it. The opulence, the music, the immense ballrooms. She had been born into a world she felt she didn’t quite belong, A stranger within the very walls of her home, her kingdom, it was suffocating, the responsibilities that came as a consequence of having born a princess made it all feel like an obligation more than it was supposed to be an honor and a privilege that most would love and kill to have. Wasn’t it ironic ? she thought it was funny. How equally amusing and distressing it was to see the look in their faces every time she tripped or every time she grabbed a canapé. She wasn’t the kind of princess everyone idealized, no, she was ... she was something else ... something wild ... untamable.
❛ i’m okay ❜ she says allowing a gentle and genuine smile to set ´pon pink coloured lips ❛ i wasn’t seeing where i was going ❜ the princess admits ❛ i just needed to find my way out of that place, these dresses make it hard to breathe ❜ a half-truth for It truly wasn’t about the dress nor it was about the slippers ❛ i’m sorry ❜ she continues, eyes never once meeting those of the prince for more than one or two seconds. ❛ i really didn’t mean to say all the things i said ------ it’s just that I'm not entirely sure, or if at all for that matter, about what they expect from me ❜ shoulders shrug, as eyebrows sharply knit in the middle of her forehead ❛ all i’m certain of is that i don’t want to be here so why are you ? ❜
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