⋅˚₊‧ you were apart of a royal family, and you had a lovely older sister. she was so beautiful, she was gonna be the next Queen. everyone admired her- and so did you! she cared for you, loved you, and comforted you. she was always there for you,

until she died.

everyone was in shock. you were the most in shock, devastated, you sobbed, for months straight. you loved her so much... why did she have to go?...

the whole village wore black, in memorial of your loving sister. you wore her old black dress, admiring all the memories you had with her wearing this dress in your head. it was all so beautiful. you couldn't bare to see yourself like this in your mirror.

you looked down, sobbing on the floor and wiping your tears by yourself, until you heard the door open.

"my princess." maris walked in, hearing your cries. he walks over to you, kneeling and wiping away your tears. "my everything, my princess... you are so beautiful, even when your at your lowest... but seeing you cry makes me feel horrendous."

he gives you a bright-red blood shot diamond, putting it in your hands and looking at you. "do not cry.., remember your sister in this precious stone, my princess." he smiles, continuing to wipe away your tears. "how can i help you, my princess? shall i entertain you? anything for you." maris kneels, looking up at you and smiling. ‧₊˚.