The Lady in the Mask
It was chilly.
I could feel the cold breeze that seeped through the red silk curtains.
I looked back and saw the palace disappearing into the mist.
I hoped…I wished to never come back.
The palace was my prison.
And he was my prisoner.
I could feel his hot breath upon my shoulder as he looked upon me with disgust.
I remember his revulsion as he thrust into me.
He hated me.
And I hated him.
We both loved others but we were forced into our union.
I remember how he looked upon her with tenderness and kindness…with love.
He only looked at me with hatred and anger.
Now he was gone.
And I suppose I'm free.
