Standing there beside, as my heart was being ripped out and crushed. I watched as she married someone else. I canβt do anything, but to accept the reality of my fantasies.
She was gorgeous in that white big gown. The wedding dress, decorated in white laces. She is a princess in those eyes, but in mine? A queen.
I can feel tears perks behind my shining metal armor. Yet, I shouldnβt show no weakness. Cause even though I am filled of loyal to her, I am not Royal, and always a knight beside her.
The prince she was arranged too was filled of cruelty and malevolent like a wolf stepping all over the flowers in blood, while she is a flower blooming of beauty, and sweetness. Too kindβ¦
No one deserves a kind of beauty like hers, and neither did Iβ¦stand a chance.