I heard him say it. He said it to you.
"I love you the most."
He loved me the most. I used to be the only one he looked at. What are you doing, standing on my stage? Sitting on my throne?
Who are you to waltz through the sacred court and pluck the dazzling crown from my head? My crown. It's mine. You wear a fake circlet, embedded with painted stones and an unfaithful smile. There's nothing deserving about you.
I'm the one that put in all the effort. I showed my own crown. It's of pure gold and encrusted with only the finest gems and diamonds. I polished and shaped it all with my two bare hands and a heart full of love for him. I deserve it all.
You're but a thief. I don't understand why he cares about you all that much. You say it's because you're pretty, but you're not all that beautiful. I could seat a horse beside you and I'd be dizzy.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
