Learning To Love A Thief and A Prince

Her eyes are Silver Gray framed by upturned eyes. Her hair is Butterscotch Brown, long and silky. Her lips was what we'd call 'drooping lips', and moderately full so when she sets her lips normally she looks as though she is slightly frowning ans/or pouting, and it held a natural pink-ish hue. Her skin tone is light, and pale due to the fact she never leaves the villa, yet I love her so. Whenever I held her hand, I knew, almost instantly, that we were a perfect fit. She held a fragile, feminine contour, which makes me want to just protect her. But her eyes held strength, even I could not completely describe.

His eyes are Sapphire blue. His hair is Chestnut Brown. He has a masculine and strong body profile, he was tan. I could never describe him as well as he could do to me. His appearance, I suppose has never sunk in me completely. He was overwhelming. Strong, courageous, brave. And yet still a deceiver, a liar, a man with so many masks. And yet I'm compelled to him, even though I know he'll give me a cold-should, just because there is an audience. And whenever he held my hand, I frankly do feel secure and safe. He robbed me of so much, and yet why did I care so dear?

Because he was all alone, and needed someone beside him. And to I, that was my purpose, until I was 'relieved' of such a role.

But we weren't always a happy couple. . .

Like all comedy's and tragedy's we started somewhere, from a heartache or break, from life or death, we started somewhere. And this is the story of how we came to be, the most loved King and Queen of our Country.