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She is an enchanted princess.
She waits for a prince on a white horse who will cast the hexes away like dry leaves, free her from captivity and take to his splendid palace, and claim her heart.
This is what she was told to wait for.
Meanwhile, she looks out the window in her stone tower patterned with dark-green veins of ivy while this timid heart of hers times the long days of anticipation with unhurried beats.
But there are also moments when her heart flutters with brave impatience, threatening to flee like the white bird she has seen soar over the golden paths of sunshine.
These are the moments when she sees him.
He emerges from the indefinite faraway of viridian leaves and glances up at her with ever-amused irises sparkling with deeply azure magic.
The smile blossoming on his lips colours her cheeks a sweet rosy and makes her dream how he might be her prince.
But he isn't.
The tower remains stone cold to him and the fetters of ivy guard the binding spells despite the spells flickering about his palms.
All she can do is lean out of the frame as far as only possible and try to capture a brief touch of his fingertip against hers, a shadow of touch she finds surprisingly precious.
The he holds out to her a carnation scented with a kiss and hides twinkling charms under his eyelids as she finds contours of his mouth imprinted on the pure whiteness of the flower.
This lasts for a tiny moment in which destinies go lost and souls are allowed to wander freely, yet she knows she cannot keep the carnation for it would soon wither in the indifference of the decided.
But amidst the cuddled petals she lays her heart trembling like a nestling dove before her first flight, and this heart snuggles indulgently in the cozy refuge of his palms in warm certainty of safety.
If she can never be free, she wishes at least her heart can be liberated; after this silent offering no faceless prince coming out of nowhere will be able to capture this heart as his.
However much unfair it may be to all of them; still the way in which the usual gladness of seeing him slowly dissolves into disturbing aches of longing for closeness is also painfully unfair.
The shapes and paints of his smiles appear to reflect her mixed turmoil as he shows her a face marked with loving disbelief.
If only she could, she would sneak out the window into another fairytale, one of white birds singing of mutual travels towards the rising sun; but the tower will never let her out.
Once the prince comes, everything will be over.
The next carnation carries an oval drop along with shapes of lips curved out in the crimson velvet of petals.
The bittersweet stolen spells she cherishes above the now frightful promises of a happily-ever-after.
Of course she knows it can never be, and so does he, and yet she continues to wait for him more than for anything else; and he never fails to caress her with another flowery kiss infusing her with foreign mysteries of wonder.
She does realise every story of a princess must have a happy ending, even if the princess herself cannot heartily wish for it.
A happy ending of a story of a princess must mean a prince on a white horse, a splendid palace, white wedding dress and sweet wedding cake, even if the princess no longer has a heart to offer her saviour.
There is no other way; she knows it all too well.
She is an enchanted princess.
Because I felt a dire need to write something I would consider sweet (again…). However sad.
No, he couldn't climb to her, and she couldn't leave the prince after he liberates her. Don't ask why. Don't ruin the mood *-*
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