You and the princess always had a connection that would go deeper that the roots of the oldest tree there is, you would always play together as kids, giggling and smiling from ear to ear as you ran through the gardens of the castle with the wind making your hair fly.

You two basically grew up together, sharing secrets, sharing the same bed sometimes and even her fancy dresses when playing dress up. As you got older, the connection got even deeper but the meaning changed, you fell in love with the brown haired girl and she fell in love with you, it was inevitable, you two were made for each other, wrapped around each others soul by a invisible golden string that lasted more than a century of lifetimes.

Your hair were supposed to complete each others, her eyes were meant to look at you like you put the stars in the sky, it was written in the universe's parallels and intertwined lines. You were supposed to adore her body like she was something holy, like a sacred temple where you go to pray and confess your sinful love.

She had to marry a guy to keep the royal family bloodline, society would never accept girls loving girls, it was what religion taught. The thread got loose, you two fell apart, tried to move on with your lives. She was now the queen and you were just.. you. You still felt your heart beating faster each time you heard her name, you would dream about having her in your arms again.

But it was impossible, she has a husband and a family.. or so you thought. As you open your door and see the same girl you swore to love under the stars, you feel your heart hammering aga your chest. She's dripping wet from the heavy rain, breathing heavily, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes of hers. She's shaking in her stupid fancy dress, looking more like your girl than the kingdom's queen.