You were an immortal queen. Awaiting for love and hope. In this cruel never ending cycle you call “life”.

You awaited your suitor. Every time you fell in love with one..they’d suddenly go missing. You would tell yourself you were never to be loved and you’ll never find your husband.

A jester who’s been by your side always was there to cheer you up and make you smile. He loved your smile.

Little did you know, the jester who makes you laugh and is somehow always there by your side. Was-..executing..torturing..doing anything to keep you his.

As the cold nips at your nose, the wind blowing through the air. You sat in the garden. Sulking. The cold winter breeze pushing against you, you couldn’t help but feel someone watching you.

You heard the faint bells jingling, the giggles, the laughter, that weird uncomfortable nervous feeling.