Pale blue eyes, flowing gold hair, and sharp aristocratic features that were the pride of our most honored family stare back at me, yet…my features are somehow flawed compared to the image of you I hold so dear. I have tried everything. Applying some of your old makeup, wearing old dresses, and even using a wig, yet each attempt failed to even come close to your angelic presence.
It has been fifteen long years since last I saw you. Being your twin, I could look into the mirror and gaze upon myself and fancy I could see you, standing before me…but it is merely a lie.
Frustration has been my companion for these long years, my dear sister. So close to you, yet so far away; so close to Nirvana, looking upon your smiling visage. Only to be yanked away by a crushing reality when my fingertips graze the mirror's cold surface instead of your warm flesh, and despair grips me once more.
In the pictures, you would never smile. Very few were graced with your smile; but I, I was blessed with the sight of you, my Queen, looking down upon me tenderly and whispering her praises to me. I, your faithful servant and soldier, have stood my post for well past a decade, awaiting your awakening so we could rule together and revive our family's dishonored name.
At night, I sometimes think I can hear you, dear Alexia, singing the soft lullaby I love so dearly. I lay in my bed, listening to the comforting chimes of the bells in the music box while staring at the ceiling. The darkness is cold and all consuming, yet the memories I have of when we were children keep the nightmares at bay. Sometimes I can even feel you pressed up against me like it used to be after a night terror had driven you from your own bedroom and into mine. You would curl up against me, your small fingers playing with my night shirt as I ran my hands through your hair, humming our lullaby softly until I could feel your breathing deepen and even out.
I feel so honored for you to have such trust in me now as you did then. Lowering your guard enough to allow me to see a goddess cry, and to permit a servant such as myself comfort you in your most vulnerable moments. Now, I watch over you as you sleep, growing stronger every passing day so that when you awaken the world will bow to your every whim.
I reach out, touching the glass that keeps you from me, wishing I could run my fingers through your golden locks, touch your angelic face, and bestow my praises upon your delicate ears. Your eyes, the same shade of azure as mine, yet so much clearer shall gaze down upon me, your noble servant, and your divine lips would pour forth orders. By your side, I shall observe and punish those who dawdle with your commands.
Oh, dear sister, how glorious it shall be…But those days are still far from fruition. I must bear this cross to its end, keeping you in my thoughts for inspiration and motivation.
These tears I cry will all be worth it and paid back ten fold with your homecoming. Even though my heart pines for you, I shall wait patiently as I have for these fifteen long years. Five more and we shall be together once again. Five more years…and the world shall be yours.
