it must be a blessing to even stand as the fairest princess beneath your castle, though where one divine daughter of a queen and king melts in her beauty— it seems her sister who were almost like she was picked by the gods gave her the same gift.

in your heart you carried a silent and slight hatred. envy. you watched as you paced behind her through the streets, how she always seemed to capture the gazes of men on the roads. you visioned for someone to just look at you in awe just like how they all do to your sister.

even with all the men who could stare at your angel-like sister for lifetimes, she has her eyes on a guard. an independent knight whom YOU have always wanted first.

and yet.. you sit there— legs crossed as they graze the silk sheets, on your luxurious king sized bed. two days just before the man you thought was the love of your life and your stupid sister’s marriage, and you swore you had some sort of relationship with him.