A/N: I have recently read a novel called Ophelia by Lisa Klein, and it's Hamlet from Ophelia's POV. I find it enchanting, and am in love with it, so decided to do a little Ophelia writing of my own. Hope everyone likes!
Disclaimer: I'm not Shakespeare. He's dead, people, move on. :)
My head whirred with these thoughts of days past. Who was this prince named Hamlet? I hardly knew. Yet I felt drawn to him, his person and energies magnetized towards my vulnerable and unprotected mind. I remembered with a start the kiss we shared in the gardens of Elsinore, daring myself to believe that such an event had truly occurred.
Oh, Ophelia, you are such a fool. No prince could ever love a girl of common breeding, even pasted in the favor of the queen and his mother. Tis impossible. Nay, I should forget him, in his wit and handsome looks, intelligence and wild spirit. Our love was not meant to surface. We must bury it in the soft earth of the gardens where it first sprouted.
Oh, but I cannot chase his face from my thoughts! I cannot control my wild emotions, newly sprung and fevered with fancy. I must meet him one more time. I must return to his side for one more hour, pretend that the world holds no effect over thy will, and rebel against custom and tradition.
I hear the queen call for my attentions, and am inclined to return to her side, reeling my spirit back into the realms of my body and tuck it away until I once more find myself alone without disruption. I only wish I were free of this cage I find myself locked in. I may peck at the door, and squawk with discontent, but to no avail. I am still Ophelia, born and raised to serve and follow, lady of the queen.