I had no interest in love, as a princess many would think I couldn't wait for the day until I had my prince charming, although that wasn't the case whatsoever. Daily, I distracted myself from the whispers our maids filled the castle with, asking each other when I'd get married.

I didn't have a care in the world. What's the point of marriage, of love? Playing the violin, piano, all the habits and routines just to get their murmurs out of my mind. I told myself and promised myself that I would never fall in love. Never.

Yet, the day came. And when I did fall into the hole of chasing for the wrong person, I felt nothing but regret and resentment, it hurt me, like a thousand knives thrown right at me.

I wait, sitting on the edge of my bed in my chambers. Waiting for my door to creak. I clenched my chest, tearing up every second. She promised, she told me that she'll show me that she loved me.

I tried to hum to myself, stopping myself from thinking of her. She had me wrapped around her hands.

"You said you loved me."