Majesty
I make my way down to dinner with my flawless Cranberry-Red colored evening gown that is sure to make me stand out, whether I want to or not. My maids gave me a tiara to wear for dinner, but instead I tied my hair up in a sophisticated bun. I realized that I didn't want the prince OR the crown at that moment. I realized that I left my heart at home. But if I mentioned it here, to anyone, I would surely be punished. I had signed multiple contracts saying that I had no love at home, and that I would be punished mercilessly. I would be caned, reduced to an eight, and maybe even imprisoned.
I can't let that happen. I wouldn't be able to live after that. I would just simply die.
Die of grief. That far of a caste jump. The number of times I agreed to be caned if I disobeyed. It was too much. I didn't think I loved him anymore... But I do.
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