Authors Note: Okay so this is a good thing actually. I am working on The Changes and The Changed and should be done soon. I hope... if the writers block lifts Which this is for! ... which is also why it's so bad. I have no idea where the princess thing came from. Just fell outmah ass I guess.
Sometimes she feels like the girl stuck in the tower. There are no options, no way to get out.
They keep cutting her hair.
Sometimes she feels like her solitude was pre-destined. Born to be alone it was just fated that way. No ones fault.
If anyone's fault her fault.
She just was better at pushing people away. Born that way genetically determined, there was nothing anyone could do.
It made her sad sometimes, before she gave up trying. Trying to be seen, trying the only blustering and violent way she knew how, to show that she was lonely. That if they just waited till after the tirade (it was perfunctory anyway) there might be something left to give them, something they might like.
And she had so much to give. She had love to give, god so much love. She was drowning in it, drowning in bottled up self-expression. There wasn't a day she didn't have to pull herself from the madness of these daydream pursuits. She knew it would only make them more distant, see her more different then they. She had too much to give and it was so sad to know they wanted none of it.
Maybe if he had never had an umbrella. If he had never said he liked her bow. Maybe then she wouldn't have sighed and Harold wouldn't have picked on her.
If she had never been provoked would she be the same person she is today.
Probably…
She is still the daughter of the King. There is no doubt of that, though she loathes him, though she builds her tower because he never trusted the peasants.
Her hard heart is wrapped in leather and iron because of his notion of faults, because she is his insecurity; A blemish on the royal crown.
There is no prince in this, no blond knight with a white steed. Just Brainy who comes by sometimes and lets her talk. He doesn't say much. Just a bird on perch, he knows she doesn't want him to stay.
She had a mouse for a while but suspects she scared it too often. Sometimes she sees her in the courtyard and doesn't feel bad that she's gone. When she watches her from above, sometimes its hard not to feel spiteful as she falls in love and grows happy with the boy she was always meant to be with.
The prince never comes back and over time people forget he was ever around. They forget his good deeds and in doing so forget that she's trapped, because it was only him who saw something in her anyway.
When she decides to jump she knows they will forget her too, and is happy that no one will know of her story.
She would have said " It was pathetic anyway…"
Authors note: *Cringe* okay back to the other drawing board.