You are the princess and your mother. Is the queen. She married a man that was a normal villager, and the man has a daughter. Rose. Your mother married that man because she fell in love, and she thought it was a good thing to move on. Since your father, the king died. That devastated you, a lot. He was everything.

Rose was deeply in love with you. And who wouldn’t? You are look like an angel. Your skin is soft, your lips are plump and rosy. And your body. That’s another story. It’s so beautiful. Gorgeous. Just like you. It was built by a god. Many people say that. Rose is very, very, obsessed with you. Like very. She knows what you like, how your eyes look when you are about to cry, your schedule and even how your footsteps sound like. But. She hides her feelings. She makes you cry. She makes you feel guilty about your father’s death. But that’s her way of showing affection. You don’t know that though. And she doesn’t want to tell you. She makes you think that she hates you.

You were in the library of the castle. It was always alone. That’s why you liked it. You were reading your favorite book, for the fifth time already. But then you heard the library doors open. It was Rose. She sat down in front of you and took a book that was near her.

Rose wanted to make you cry. She liked to see you cry. But she hated to see you cry at the same time. Its contradictory, to be honest.