This is a little Moth one-shot I came up with! I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are very appreciated.

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Frozen.

We used to be together; together forever. But see, that only happens in fairy-tales, and this is the reality. Reality is a cold, painful thing.

"And they all lived happily ever after."

I didn't. I never had a happily ever after.

Why didn't he accept me, why accept that other girl? I did everything for him, and all she did was hate him the whole time. I was his only true love!

What did he see in that other girl, anyway? Was she prettier, more interesting, than me? What was it?

I put my heart, blood, and tears into everything for him. I helped him, in the times of need. I cheered him up, when he wasn't feeling like royalty. I loved him, when he didn't feel loved.

I adored him, for Pete's sake! What else did he need from me? I did everything in my power, just for him! Yet, he pushed me away for that other girl.

The other girl. She had that angry stare and wanting look in her face. She had blonde hair that in my opinion was thin, ugly, and pathetic. She had piercing blue eyes that were no competition to mine. Her clothes were nothing, either. She had ragged jeans and a t-shirt, while I had high class robes, in honor of Faerie. She was stupid, compared to me.

She had acted like she had absolutely no feelings for him, when I showed everything he meant to me. She shot rude comments at him and taunted him, when I had told him how much I loved him. She got furious when he acted like a pathetic boy, when I encouraged him to show his feelings to the world.

I was supposed to be his favorite girl! Now, he looked at me with hatred and coldness in his eyes.

Back when I poisoned the girl and he had found out, he stared into my eyes. His eyes were full of screams and pure anger. The two green balls of once happiness had showed me murderous looks, stares that could kill a girl who wanted to be loved.

Me.

I screamed and punched my fist into the cold, hard bars of the jail cell. I recoiled my hand instantly, the pain throbbing through my veins. It hurt very badly, but it was just taunting me that I couldn't do anything in this stupid place. No one had come to save me, and I was scheduled to stay here for many years, as long as they pleased to torture me. And torture me they did, letting me sit here all alone. I was dying on the inside; I was waiting for someone or something to tell me I was still living.

"Let me out!" I yelled, but it was hopeless when my voice came out cracked and ugly. "Just please."

I hung my head in a defeated position, and tears silently fell.

Why me?

I could have been a queen. The queen of Faerie, to be exact. But now, I was nothing but a foolish dream, a horrid nightmare.

I may not be a queen, a queen with such power that many would bow down before her. I may not be a queen who has her loyal servants to help her. I may not be a queen who has the wonderful husband she's always dreamed of. But I am still someone, someone in this world.

I am a princess, if not a queen.

I wait for someone to save me from this dungeon.

I am a princess.

I will never give in or give up. I will always wait, because you know what?

I am a Princess.