A Castle of Glass

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Alfred stared at his reflection. Gold hair brushed back and tucked behind his ears. Cowlick combed down and a few strategically placed bobby-pins to keep it that way. Small yellow diamonds crisscrossing across his hair before meeting at the top of his head. A pretty little crown on a pretty little head. A green emerald, the biggest in the kingdom, encased in intricate rose gold carvings of roses and all things spring.

A pretty little doll he was.

Ready to be stamped and then shipped off somewhere. What a good wife he would make! Standing behind his husband, not allowed to do anything went against his spouses will. A sweet little bird in a gilded cage with no song to sing.

He often heard how the villagers envied him, but if they had to live his life would they? He can make no choices. Everything is up to the king and then to his spouse. The only meaningful choice he can make is what color should his wedding flowers be.

Well...at least he could indulge himself in the finest wines, the softest fabrics, the comfiest beds before he fell into a happy dream where he ran in fields of freedom.

Oh how he loathed his life. Oh how he loathed his father. Oh how he loathed his spouse. Oh how he loathed how little choice he had.

Alfred glanced out the window. The whites and violets filled the streets. It sure was a stare meant for a king.

Now, it was time to get ready.

He did have a husband to meet after all.

Marigolds and lilies sounded wonderful. Hopefully his dear, sweet beloved loved yellow.

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