Hidden
The highborn are all too much like glass, offering up their tributes for my father’s favor. They think this smile, my attention, flattery, maidenhood is for them; my life for sale at our Winter Festival. Must I partake in the praise and indulgences rippling through my father’s royal court? “My Lord,” I curtsey, submitting to my duty as Princess, the scent of my freedom no longer fills the air, for this burden I do bear. His feral scent and lips so dry cannot lower my smile, yet I shy away from his gaze; for in my eyes, my true feelings are revealed.
Don’t let me show happiness, the delusion never last. Don’t let me show weakness, I might like the feel. Don’t let me show evil, though, I know i can hate. Lover, I am worried, am fading fast. Could you love me more just a little, that all it is.
She screamed like a maniac; he absorbed her pain. She pointed her finger; he remained apologetic. She wept like a child; he caught her when she fell. She beat his chest; he held her close. She needed his grit to help find her own, hidden under the mountain of grief.
My love; he was a camouflage, so perfectly concealed inside with prickling thorns that struck outside blended along with the flowery aroma of daydreams, a radiant aura that highlighted his very self and a deep sensation of affection, delightful, yet so wicked. I was so immensely mesmerised by him that I failed to see the bitter truth that had been revealed many times right before my very own veiled eyes, which I brushed along my shoulder, together with the harsh words that entered my ear canal about him from my dear friends. I swallowed all the troubles that were on the verge of filling up and looked up at the stars in hope that everything will turn out fine one day, that everything will be so magical, a happily ever lived era in Wonderland. And so, I failed in recognising his wolfish lust filled eyes peering all through myself and the black heart that vigorously always wanted to tear me down entirely and let his desires find satisfaction in me; that he was a chameleon, so vicious a
As he lay there hidden under the shroud, her hidden feelings for him remained unused and unexpressed forever.
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