I was out of breath. My legs were faltering while I was going upstairs. My hands were trembling and bleeding and the shiny jewelry, reflecting the weak moonlight in my hands, was my only hope.
Something was telling me that this crown was the wrong one. Something very deep in my heart was yelling for me to go back, begging me to turn around and grab another one, to choose and think calmly, but it was almost midnight, would be impossible to try again right now, this need to be the right one.
I saw the prince at the door, my body and my mind was exhausted and the only thing I was capable of, at that moment, was gasp and hold back the tears that was exposing my soul.
He was leaning at the doorframe with crossed arms, with a damn smile on his lips. I just threw the crown at his feet, almost fainting.
"You took the wrong one, Princess."
This was the only thing I heard before loosing conciousness.
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The Prince's Collection
Fantasy"There was no way to hide from my mother's eyes. They were everywhere. They saw my every move. She knew where I was." Miserable, tiny, anxious and surprisingly poor princess. After a traumatazing night on the beach, Daryia w...
