STARRYEYED

v. ALONE

she was alone.

alone.

she was so alone.

why? she had everything. everything.

power at the tip of her rosy fingertips. thousands of thousands of fearless soldiers who will die if she ordered them. her enemies heads stringed on her walls.

yet she would sit at the cliffs of her highest towers of her gleaming castle and cry. sitting in the dark of midnight as she would pour herself into her stream of tears. she didn't want to sit on her thrown, in an empty room. she didn't want that too heavy shimmering crown weighing down on her head. she didn't want it all. she had heard the rumors, those awful rumors spoken in hushed whispers, speaking of an insane queen who was sick in her head. a queen who wasn't a queen but only a silly girl who liked to play pretend.

maybe they were right.