She kept going, despite the painful guilt and briars feeling like a million tiny needles trying to pull her apart. Eventually she reached her destination; the village. The small candle lights illuminating her face. The face that was normally so well kept. The face that was normally cheerfully smiling. The face that was now streaked with tears and blood. She had her crown clutched in her hand, it's once glittering emeralds cracked and and covered in various substances. Her once pristine dress torn to make running easier and used to stem bleeding the millions of cuts. The once beautiful gilded fire poker dripping with coals, blood, sweat, and dirt.
How did it come to this?
A bit of a twist on the classic runaway princess >:3
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
