The girl was no queen. She couldn't walk the halls of her castle unhindered by the weight of her crown. The girl wasn't well versed in the art of proper etiquette and the art of walking delicately with the world at the bottom of her feet.
The boy was no king. He couldn't shoulder the responsibility that was set on his shoulders. He wasn't fierce, or caring or wise. He was none of these things. He was tortured, brainwashed, and chained. Kings weren't those things. The crown was too heavy for him to wear.
They were both survivors and they'd do whatever it took to keep it that way.Todos los derechos reservados