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The Light Behind the Dark

Prologue

Nobody knew what I did. Nobody has seen what I have. They don't feel the way I do.

I am unique, yes, but I am also lonely.

It seems as if time stops with him. Yet, only too soon I realize I can't stay any longer.

It would feel so good if, only once, I could be free. Free to sing what song I want. Free to dance with whom I choose. Free to run and jump and laugh and play. Free to let my hair down while the wind runs through it, making me shiver. Free to color outside the lines. Free to read of heartbreak and tragedy, love and adventure.

When he's with me, for just one moment, I am. With him, I'm not constantly being watched or controlled. I can grasp the songs and stories in my heart, and maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll even dream about them at night. But when he leaves, my entire world falls, all over again.

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The, I'll return home. My mother and father will come in, and tell me they love me. Yeah, yeah, of course. And next, my sister will come in; my little Angel. She'll tell me all about her day, and about how much she can't wait to be like me. I'll certainly miss her more than anybody after I'm gone. After Angel, Eliza will come in, and prepare my bed for me to sleep in.

Then, I'm alone. I can think. I can dream. I can imagine. I can remember.

Soon, it will be just us two. No servants, or rules, or schedules, or meetings, or thinking.

We'll be free to sing and dance and run and laugh.

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Then, I'll wake up. Eliza will dress me. I'll have breakfast outside while Victoria and Ethel tend the garden in front of me. I'll sit and watch the methodical pulling and pressing. But not one of the servant girls will talk, or laugh, or run, or play, or sing. Just like they were trained to.

Then, just like every other morning, I'll tell myself that they're just as trapped as I am; born into their dreadful life. Not a choice. Not like the villagers I see from my window. Not like the little boys and girls who can dance and sing and run and laugh and not have anywhere to be. Not like He can.

I'll tell myself to speak with the girls. But then I'll tell myself that they'll be afraid of me.

The princess talking to her servant girls?

But, really, I'm just as afraid of them as they are of me. I'll just ignore them like every other morning.

And life will continue as usual.

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I'll go to lessons and pretend to listen. I'll do the work without thinking. I'll be there, but not really. In my head, I'll be dancing. I'll be singing. And laughing. And playing.

He'll be there too.

Then, I'll remember that I have to face reality.

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I'll go to lunch. My father will have his business men there. I'll be polite, but empty. Nothing but a shell.

They'll tell me I'm beautiful, smart, and I'm perfect for some prince in a land far away.

I'll pretend to care. The only one I really care about is Him.

And soon I'll see him again. Soon.

And soon, there will be no more business men, no more lessons, no more empty shell. It will just be us. Together. Always.

Then I'll realize it's time for me to leave.

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Next I'll have some speech somewhere I don't care about, and I'll tell people exactly what they want to hear.

Then, I'll come home. My parents will go to some banquet, and finally, it will be time.

I'll see Him again.

Then everything will repeat. Just like every other day.

Again.

And again.

And again.

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~RosesAndSmiles