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.