If Beauty is Happiness Than I Sure as Hell Ain't Beautiful

Beautiful

Blaze stared at the jewelry laid out before her.

Beautiful .

It was all beautiful.

Adorning yourself with beautiful jewelry makes you beautiful.

Right?

Blaze always thought beauty was happiness. And if that was the case, then Blaze sure as hell wasn’t beautiful.

Blaze used to have dragons doing things for her. Dragons fighting wars so she could stay alive and become the next queen. She had Queen Glacier as an ally, a friend, someone who she trusted. She used to stay hidden away in a base where her sisters could never reach her.

Her sisters.

Blister and Burn were both dead. Killed on the same night, a night she almost died. Each of the princesses deaths were traumatizing to Blaze. But then again, if they had lived, she would have been dead by now.

The former princess had willingly given up her throne to Thorn. And perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps Blaze would have been happier if she had just taken the risk and gotten herself killed just like Blister had.

But was NOT being royalty really what was causing the dumb dragon such heartache?

Perhaps it could have been the fact that nobody seemed to care about her anymore. She was insignificant.

All her life she was being pampered by dragons who worked for her mother, Queen Oasis, and was often gifted jewelry from the queen.

Even after Oasis died, Blaze was still being spoiled. But even more was she being protected.

Queen Glacier had protected her. Blaze felt like her heart had been stabbed 50 times by a Sandwing tail when she thought of Glacier. Blaze had tried contacting the Icewing queen after Thorn had been crowned, but Glacier didn’t care about her anymore.

Nobody did.

Glacier only cared about her because of her offer. But since Blaze wasn’t queen, she couldn’t give it to her.

All the sandwings only followed her cause she’d be a nicer queen that Burn or Blister.

Blaze should have hated them all for that.

Blaze should have hated Glacier for that.

But she couldn’t. Especially not especially not Glacier.

She tried, she really, really had tried to hate her. To hate all of them! But she just… couldn’t.

She shouldn’t have felt so sad about hearing Glaciers death.

She shouldn’t have tried to befriend the other sandwings.

She shouldn’t have tried to fit in.

She shouldn’t have tried to become a normal dragon.

She shouldn’t have cried when nobody wanted to associate with her.

It wouldn’t matter. If was wasted feelings. Wasted tears. Her feelings were all in vain.

Blaze started adorning herself with her jewelry. Jewelry that her mother gave her. Jewelry that her sisters would steal from time to time, but she would always steal it back. Jewelry Queen Glacier gave her. Jewelry that made her look beautiful. Jewelry that makes her look like a queen.

Because of course her sadness wasn’t because of how insignificant she felt.

It was obviously because she wasn’t really a queen