author's note - sorry for the long hiatus, this was mostly written to prove that I'm still alive, and also for brain dumping purposes. this concept has probably been done to death already, but hope you enjoy anyway? by the way, title is taken from the great song from Kirby Triple Deluxe.
sleeping flower under the moonlight
I awake when I'm with you.
She steps onto the balcony into the quiet night air, leaving behind the commotion of the palace. Her fingers clutch bitterly at the folds of her long silk gown, and she briefly considers ripping the precious fabric into threads. She needs a break from all of this. The clicking of her heels across the floor is the only noise in the night's silence.
Peering out into the darkness, White can make out a shadowy figure standing in front of the balcony. In mocking respect, he instantly gets down on one knee at the sight of her emerging form. Her lips curl up in a smirk. She envisions herself plunging over the railing, her dress fluttering wildly around her, into the arms of her lover. Sure, she can play a love-struck princess and he can be the handsome prince on a white horse riding off into the sunset, just like in all the fairy tales her mother read to her in the grand palace library when she was a child.
Then comes the slap of realization: Black's not exactly a prince.
But she doesn't care. She smirks at the thought of the horrified, disgusted expressions on her parents' faces when they learn about the scandal. A princess in love with a commoner. Her hands brush over the balcony railing as she prepares to jump off.
Just for tonight, White tells herself.
And even she knows she's lying.