He seemed like the perfect guy for her. Attentive, caring, loving. But in this moment she realized how much of a fool she had been. It was all a joke to get back at her. The confessions of love. At the grand Ball when he kissed her for the first time, she knew she was in love. Only for him to take out a dagger and slice her braid in half. Her magical golden hair dulling and into chestnut brown. She looked at him in disbelief, pain.

"You really thought I was your prince charming, didn't you?"