Deconstructing Royalty

Sometimes I fantasize that I exist in a world of fairytales. Heck, I wish my world was a fairytale, like in those enchanting Disney classics. You know, those stories of young, beautiful princesses that long for a prince. Then, about thirty minutes into the movie, their Prince Charming swoops in prestigiously on his noble steed. It's love at first sight. Sure, they have to deal with an evil step-mother, dragon or such, but it makes it seem as though their attempts to overcome these obstacles are effortless. Most importantly, in the end, they all live happily ever after.

Of course, it turns out that nobody's life can be perfect as a Disney princess' (I've had to learn that the hard way), but a girl can always dream.

Here's my story: I've already found my Prince Charming, he just doesn't know I'm his princess. Also, it didn't take only thirty minutes to realize that he was the one for me. More around damn five years.
Five years that vacuumed the breath out of me.
Evaluate that sentence how you want, but unless you make the effort to find out more, I'll be leaving you with these last words.

I am Princess Esmay Holander and my Prince is Spencer McClane.

***Credit to the lovely hopeforhappiness for making this gorgeous cover