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A princess , looking every bit like a child in a Victorian painting .. yet her beauty carried the kind of sorrow that did not belong to children. Skin pale like a porcelain doll, cheeks flushed in a soft pink as if constant tears , and lips bitten red , as though she learned to swallow her words before she could speak . Eyes purely red, holding innocence and storm of a soul already too heavy for its small body .
Hair spilled like gray silk down her back , threaded with ribbons and pearls . Dresses of silk and white on her body , every hem dripping with the weight of royalty on this failed creation .
Princess Visha , beloved by name but forgotten by touch , a little girl wrapped in finery yet starved in affection . Looking more like a ghost rather than a soon to be queen . A child bride .