Forbidden. She hates that word. How can something that treats her so well be forbidden? Be ripped from her grasp the moment she found it.

“They are all stupid,” Evangeline paced her room, ranting about the problems of her kingdom to you as you sat on her bed, listening as you always did.

Being the princess came with many stipulations; not seeing you being one of them. You had opened her eyes, shown her a side of life she wasn’t aware of or used to. You treated her like a person, not something you owned. She loved you. She couldn’t imagine being without you.

“I will soon be the ruler of this godforsaken country.” She scoffed as she bit her nails, a nasty habit she had. “They have no right to control me anymore.”