The Queen ♥

The Queen ♥

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One time I heard the princess can only wear dresses, they have to be always delicate and they have to be saved by a handsome prince... but in my opinion it's not like that. That's weird. The princess can wear what she wants and if she doesn't want a prince to save her, she will not have that kind of person. She's able to save herself, she's strong. And I know sometimes everyone need help from others, but even princes, we are all persons with feelings. . . . Hey, I wanted to do something different and also in English, maybe I change some things, but I think it's a good idea, I don't want anyone to feel bad, I'm just starting at this, understand me. Anyway, I hope you like it. Thank you for read. ^-^
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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