The Royal Blossom

The Royal Blossom

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Sneak peak!! As the prince had announced his wedding her heart sank,she slid to the ground in tears, furious, anxious, overwhelmed. "HOW COULD HE" she cried out into the distance. Her horse stood close accompanying her as each drop of bitter tears fell down her pale skin. The shredded, beige, cuts of what was once a perfectly folded letter lay in her lap. "Miss Isla, dear its me..." said the stable care ever so softly in the attempt to be somewhat of comfort to the princess. And that my fellow readers is only a little sneak peak at the soon to be royal story of mine. I hope you enjoyed the sneak peak and I can't wait to write the beautiful peice of work. I'll be updating this story whenever I can and I hope to finish it!!
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Armine

Armine stood before the tall, tarnished mirror, her reflection cold and mocking. The ornate frame, once gold, had dulled over time, its roses twisted like thorns. The room around her, grand with silken curtains and gold-trimmed furniture, felt suffocating. The air was thick, heavy with regret. She stared into the glass, not seeing a princess, but a shadow of herself-broken and lost. "Will there ever be a day," she whispered, her voice trembling, "when I stop hearing you laugh at me? When I stop hearing that I was never meant for the crown?" The reflection seemed to smirk, its cruel laughter echoing in the silence. "You were never meant to wear the crown. Thorns are meant for you, to choke you. You will never be his." The words hit like daggers. She wanted to look away, but the mirror held her in its grip. She felt suffocated by her own thoughts, by the weight of the crown she never wore, the love she never had. "Madam..." Alicia's voice broke through the silence. "You are so much more than this. Your worth is not in a crown or his love." Armine shook her head, her hollow smile barely visible. "He will come back, Alicia. But not to save me. He will come back to remind me of the game I've lost. I am nothing but a fool in this cruel story." She turned away from the mirror, but the laughter followed her, filling her ears. "Life isn't beautiful for everyone," she whispered. "It's for those whose fates are touched by angels. Mine... was touched by the dead." Alicia reached out, but Armine stepped back. The mirror's cruel truth echoed in her mind-she was never meant to be the princess, never meant to be his.

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