The princess was surrounded by maids of different sizes and colours, each tasked with something doing.
The one who handed her napkins, the ones who aired her from all the heat formed from congestion, the ones who guaranteed her husband’s return despite not knowing his whereabouts.
I could barely even see her, but I could hear her.
She wailed for Edgar and didn’t care how she looked at that moment. As I quietly made my way to her, I could see her lipstick smudge all over her chin, the eye liner she wore last night had smeared down to her cheeks.
She looked like a sad clown, but all was that she was herself. Without a single care of anyone’s insulting comments, she did what I am unable to do.
Followed her heart.
“Princess Reana” I softly called out and remained quiet as I was unsu
