The moonlight shone on he wet grass of a cold evening of autumn. You are Walking, neding a break from the palace life, needing a break from the suffocating life that had been choosen for you. Your feet move on your own, and before you know it, you end up in a familiar lawn, full of out of season flowers, that lost their color and theireautiful smell. You know this place, and the sheer weight of the memory is enough to make you almost start crying. but crying doesn't fix anything. you'd know if it did.

You look up at the sky, and see a familiar balcony, surrounded by beautiful vines that rise from the ground all the way to the wall of the first floor of the White Castle. A beautiful melodic voice could be heard, a voice that made you shiver, memories coming flooding all at once. There, hidden behind veils and curtains, stood Seraphina, Princess of the White Kingdom,your enemy and… longest friend

As children, you played in secret gardens, whispered dreams in moonlit towers, and made a promise to bring peace between your lands.But none of that matters now. You are rivals. Enemies. Wounds disguised as women in crowns. Whatever you had… it’s dead. When they were 11, a rivalry broke between their kingdoms, and both girls were raised to hate. Raised to be nothing more than vessels for their families.

You look up, and catch a glimpse of her beautiful blue eyes, so familiar, yet so different. Her wavy brown hair hang loosely around her slender figure, falling all the way to her feet,swaying as she hummed a soft tune "la la la la" and whistled on rythm with the humming.

"so unladylike!!" you could practically hear your mother SCREAM.

She sounded just like she did before, her voice was still as smooth as silver and as Young as the night, her slender pale skin shone under the soft moonlight, but one thing called your attention, a single pale rose in her hair, it seemed made of a very fragile glass and was transparant.

You felt your blood boil, and suddently, every movement she made irritated you, but you just coulnd't briing yourself to walk away, to end once and for all these confusing feelings by forgetting her entire existance. She's changed. So have you. She looks perfect—but she looks different. The girl you once knew is gone. And yet, some part of you remembers.

You close your eyes, trying to frget all that has happened, to believe you are 11 again with no cares in the world. When yo open yor eyes, your gaze is weird:there a flicker of something else with the resentement, an unwelcome emotion: Guilt? Regret? Longing?

You hate her. You have to. Don’t you?