~Princess Shadow~
I had just meat him but yesterday, a mere stranger to me, yet I found myself in love with him. I was a strange girl, I had bright pink hair, my father was the king, with absolute power over who I fell in love with, my mother was the queen, who would not like my choice either, yet the thief who could be killed at any moment loved me still. But then, any of us could be killed at any moment, couldn't we? I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. What would my father and mother say? What would Garrett think, though he was my brother, why should he care. And by the looks of it, he was set for that girl in the dungeon. I smiled at the thought of happiness. Maybe Garrett wouldn't disapprove if I didn't. I really wasn't bothered by who he fell in love with, I was just the little sister, but I'd rather him fall in love with a thief instead of a snotty royal girl.
Then, I pictured myself. Was I like that? Bossy and mean? Did my people look at me as a princess, or would they think I as a peasant in line for the thrown? I pondered this while Marroe kissed my forehead, looking at me puzzled. I realized how long the silence had dragged on.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, yet again. He knew something was bothering me, and it wouldn't end until I said something. But I wanted to keep my mouth shut. If I told him that I was thinking about what my parents would say about him, would he realize that it wasn't best to be near me? Would he just leave, and never come back?
No, you fool. He loves you, can't you see that? I told myself. Marroe waited patiently while I thought this over in my head. It was the way his fingers traced my jaw bone that gave me the strength--somehow--to open my mouth and say it.
