“Darling?” She hardly picked up her mother’s teeny voice from outside the fastened bedroom door. “Are you hungry?”
Shamelessly scarfing down the handful of popcorn already in her mouth, Esmay transferred her gaze from the television screen to the entire buttery bag cradled in her lap.
“I made you favorite: macaroni and cheese,” the redhead heard Mrs. Holander add, which made a smile cross her mouth.
“No, thanks! I’m good!” She answered, swallowed, and then turned back to television at the second Prince Phillip kneeled down to kiss Aurora’s pale lips. Esmay absentmindedly inclined her body, her caramel eyes widening as their lips tenderly pressed together; and she squealed giddily as the Princess’s skin grew flush once more.
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Deconstructing Royalty
Teen FictionSometimes I fantasize that I exist in a world of fairytales. Heck, I wish my world was a fairytale, like in those enchanting Disney classics. You know, those stories of young, beautiful princesses that long for a prince. Then, about thirty minutes i...
