There was a King, He ruled with what was in his heart. Some respected him, some hated his iron rule, and still, some saw him for what he was. A person so desperately trying to be a man and so fearful of his failure that he was a tyrant unto himself. The King had a daughter the fairest princess to ever live many said. The King had no dominion over his sons for they were off to war, they did as they pleased but would not inherit the throne. The princess was locked away in the castle, only to see the world through the most opulent stained glass. She was an adult, her place on the throne was imminent, so she requested the ear of the King. The King, with decadent celebration, granted the princesses wish for he loved his daughter.
The King said, “My fairest daughter, air to all I have you have requested my ear. I have kept you safe and I have given you all you will need to be queen.”
The Princess responded, “You, coward, have given me nothing but the sorrowful eyes of a lost child. My soul is lost. I yearn for nothing but a nature I can never touch. I am a person of my own, and I will not be all you fear you are not.”
The King was silent for perhaps her words were truer than even she realized.
The King responded, “I cannot be wrong. For if I am, you would be as lost to the world as your heart runs towards it.”
The Princess wept in her heart as she always had, hating all she loved about the King. She spoke in a deafening coldness “you hold nothing in your heart but fear. You say to hide me away is so I am not poisoned by the world as you were, but you just fear having the responsibility of my failures on your head. You’d rather blame the bit of the world I gathered through my window. Indeed, you never wanted me to be like you, but it was only because you were scared to be yourself.”
The King perhaps finally saw himself, however, he stood in defiance.
The princess without a word cut out his heart with her eyes and served it to him still beating. Eventually, the king died and the Princess became the Queen. She ruled with fair kindness and was loved by her people. However, she lived out her days as a queen with the broken pieces of herself she put together.
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