Sunlight, a mischievous accomplice, spilled across the plush carpeting, illuminating the forbidden.
Mother's crown, usually resting atop a velvet cushion in her private chambers, glinted with an irresistible allure.
Today, both of my parents were away, entangled in a whirlwind of meetings in some nearby city.
The weight of their absence pressed upon the palace, a strange quiet settling over the usually bustling halls.
The crown, a symbol of everything I wasn't supposed to touch, beckoned with a silent promise.
Curiosity, a relentless challenge within my ten-year-old self, took hold.
With a heart that hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, I tiptoed towards the room, the plush carpet muffling the sound of my steps.
The crown, a masterpiece of glittering jewels and shining gold, sat bathed in the morning sun.
It was breathtakingly beautiful, a tangible representation of the power and legacy it held.
Carefully, I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cool metal.
It felt heavy, a weight far greater than the entirety of its parts.
Slowly, I lifted it, the crown settling awkwardly on my head.
I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, a stranger with eyes too wide and a crown that seemed to mock my youthful innocence.
A thrill of pretend power surged through me, a fleeting taste of the life that awaited me.
But the thrill was quickly overshadowed by a suffocating sense of unease.
The weight of the crown, both literal and metaphorical, pressed down on me.
It wasn't the weight of jewels, but the weight of expectation.
With a sigh that escaped my lips like a tiny rebellion, I carefully removed the crown, placing it back on its velvet cushion.
The forbidden crown held no magic for me, only the weight of a destiny I didn't crave.
As I made my way back to my room, a single, silent wish echoed in the vast emptiness of the palace.
A wish to trade the crown for a world where I could be free of expectations.
- Azzy
♛Chapter Twenty-Three: A Revelation♛
The moonlight cast an intimate glow through the garden's foliage, illuminating the urgency in Renata's hold.
Her eyes silently mirrored the tangled desires swirling in my head.
I stole a glance at the soft curve of her lips, easily growing warm at even the idea of how they could possibly feel against my own.
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