BREATHE.

❝ SHE HAD OFTEN WISHED FOR A D V E N T U R E , FOR OLD SPELLS AND WICKED KINGS. ❞ // danielle de barbarac, cinderella of ever after ( written by dani ) 

           This, Danielle can understand, almost. Understand like a philosopher watches the stars and thinks of how they burn and brighten and fade in the night sky. From afar, from a distance. Wishing. Hoping that she could one day reach forward and touch tip of finger to the sharpest edge, the north-most point, and understand, for once, what it is to SHINE. But the stars were not within her reach. Juliette, however was. Danielle could not place herself in her friend’s ( and she dares to call her a friend ) circumstance –– but perhaps she does not need to, to be of help. “ I am sorry that you will not see your sister grow... ” She keeps her voice SOFT ( hough it is hardly ever anything but ). “ It is not my place to make promises I can not keep, and I cannot promise your safety at English court... But I can say that for as long as I am married to Henry, I will always be a word’s distance away, if you may need a friend. If that is of any consequence, or comfort to you. ”