The Princess

From the window of her palace, the Princess slid down the trellis, not stopping until her feet hit the dirt. Inside, the walls of that home held the screams of a soul the world forgot. She cried for help, yet the staff huddled in the corner, laughing at the selfish little waif. Did everyone know the secret to her pain and allow the merciless dragon to destroy her? Her eyes drawn up for one last look, the Queen’s shadow playing on the wall, a drink in hand, she danced the night away as she rejoiced in the glory that she finally had the King all to herself.

A.J. Luna

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