Prince charming gave her an apple.
"Make a wish and take a bite," He said. Those pale violet eyes held steadfast in their coldness and disregard of the female standing in front of him.
Releasing the clutch upon her dress, the Princess took the red glazed apple, and looked down upon it. Her milky eyes were true and honest in their doubt and realization of the situation. Her Prince didn't love her. Her Prince never did.
"Make a wish... and take a bite." He enunciated each word with a perfect pitch. For a moment the Princess forgot just how lonely she had been and indeed made a wish...
"I wish for my Prince—to love me." Slowly, she brought the apple to her lips and closed her eyes. She closed herself off from seeing the man she loved look at her. "I wish." She repeated over and over.
She took a bite out of the apple and swallowed. Felt the piece of poisoned fruit go down her throat and a tear trickle down her face.
"You loved me." The last words escaped the Princess's paling lips and slowly—she fell to the ground in a crumpled mess.
Sadly, there was no Prince to kiss her to awaken. No Prince to seek her out. There was no one.
Frankly, she knew that very well—but she made a wish.
And wishes came to those who asked, right?
Because... Princesses always had happy endings... right?
Right...?