27. Forever Broken
Greetings, Nyx, back in the land of the fairies you tread,
Living among the townsfolk, in a role widespread.
As a secretary to your mistress, your days unfold,
And as a governess, guiding young hearts with stories untold.
I am glad to hear you're well, as am I,
Preparing for a wedding, a joyous tie.
Unexpected, this message from you arrives,
Reminiscing on days when our friendship thrived.
I recall when we were young, just twelve years old,
A pain to my governess, but your mother's love consoled.
Cookies she baked, while I reluctantly read,
At that moment, a sneeze from the cabinet, a cause for mislead.
Curiosity sparked, I opened the door with haste,
And there you stood, with wide eyes, your black hair falling on your face, and breathless taste.
"Greetings, Duchess," you nodded with grace,
Your mother is flustered after catching you in your secret place.
She explained your purpose, seeking flowers rare,
To heal your ailing brother, needing magic in the air.
"Nyx," you declared, your name strong and true,
A connection formed, as I offered cookies to you.
From that day on, my castle felt less lonely,
In the night, unseen, you'd visit me only.
We shared secrets of our own, tales of the town,
Dreaming of eclipses and adventures to be found.
Together we'd dine, though forbidden in my abode,
Eating cookies, creating art, our souls bestowed.
We'd sing and write plays, directed by your hand,
Moments of innocence, etched in memories so grand.
Sometimes, we'd escape to the lakeside's embrace,
Splashing in water, laughter adorned our chase.
But as we grew older, desire led our way,
Our youthful connection, more than child's play.
Though those days held love, I cannot say I miss,
Responsibilities now claim my every kiss.
We've grown, and it's time to leave our past behind,
At the party, observe me silently, never to bind.
Forbidden knowledge, our secret must remain,
Hidden from the world, concealed like a flame.
So see me at the gathering, silent and apart,
Knowing our shared history, a treasure of the heart.
But speak not a word, for our fates are entwined,
To protect our identities, the past confined.
Let us honor the present and the paths we've chosen,
A silent understanding, our bond is forever broken.
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