I think somehow I'm starting to like writing in this style. I don't even know what to call this "style".
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Introspection
No, I don't think I loved her. How could I have? I mean, how can a single word describe what we were? And love… I don't believe in it. It's just a story, made up by noblewomen with nothing better to do.
I enjoy being alone. I always have been. The only company I've ever needed were my books. To be a good ruler, and to serve my liege well, I needed to be well-read, especially since I served as the tactical commander. Then, when I met up with the other princes and Prince of Earth, Endymion, they somehow got to me, and all I needed were my books and them. At that point, it seemed like I had everything I ever wanted. It seemed like I had everything I ever needed. Then… the Moon and her allies took it into their heads to ally with Earth. Why Endymion? Why did we have to ally with them? We didn't have to, you know that! They wouldn't wage war on us. And attackers from outside would attack them first - they've got the outer planets to come through first. Plus anyone with a mind for strategy would know that any advantage would be important, including the element of surprise. Therefore clearly they would attack the allied forces first, since they're stronger and the surprise would be more helpful against them.
Oh… but that's already happened. And I'm getting off-topic. I always do. I think about one thing and then go off on tangents. I guess it's part of my curiosity, is that I just like exploring all avenues - but I'm getting off topic again, aren't I? Yes I shall try to stay on topic. About… her.
I don't know how she could have attracted my attention so much. I mean, as the prince of Europe, I have ladies and princesses at my any whim. Yet… I've never felt much for any of them. The supposed "beauties" of my kingdom just don't seem beautiful. Even trips to my friends' kingdoms, of Africa, Asia, Americas and Illusion, didn't result in any woman catching my eye. When I first saw her though - on that first, fateful visit to the moon, her beauty seemed to call to me. I mean, I noticed the other princesses also. They were all beautiful, but in a sense that, in my eyes, was already overdone and overexposed. You know how when you have too much of a good thing, it stops being extraordinary and is just ordinary? Same with their kind of beauty. Oh sure, they were levels beyond that of the women I saw daily, but still. Done and killed.
Her…she was different. She had a different kind of beauty. I was slightly disappointed we didn't get to talk much at that "welcome" meeting, but I would see her later that night. There was a ball, in honor of us, the "guests" from Earth.
It was perhaps one of the most horrible experiences I've ever been subject to. I mean, politicians glared - weak as they appeared, I doubt they could've done anything more harmful -military men shadowed us as though we were terrorists, ladies stared as if we were bits of jewelry to be fought over and easily claimed, nobles turned their noses to demonstrate what they thought of our Earthly clothing. I felt more like a cheap display piece than a celebrated intellect and ambassador. I'm not saying I didn't like the attention of the women. But I still think they could've treated us more like human beings than as chattel to be bargained. Yet that seems paradoxical, don't you think? For aren't women the ones considered inferior to men, and given to their husbands family, along with money as if thanking them for taking away the girl? Aren't they the ones treated like property? So then how could they make me feel like that?
Oh sorry… I'm going off topic again, aren't I? I don't quite feel myself when talking about her. She seems to make me, well, almost a different man. Anyway, that night, she was different from the other women. In fact, she was different from everyone else in the room. She didn't seem interested in the five of us at all! No, rather, she just slowly moved about the room, apparently trying not to catch attention by moving too fast or by becoming a new statue decoration to the room.
I guess it was almost her shyness, perhaps, that attracted me. Or maybe it was because of how different she seemed from the other women. I mean, lesser-born women practically threw themselves at my colleagues and myself. But her… well, her and the other four planetary princesses, they were different. And yet, she was the only one that really caught my eye that night. I mean, oh sure I danced with the others. The Martian princess had been particularly delightful to dance with - elegant, mysterious, clairvoyant. Still, she was lacking the quality that truly attracted me - the quality only *she* possessed.
I kept an eye on her while making small talk along the side with some of the politicians and army bigwigs. I didn't really care much for their discussion - the topic of the conversations seemed more fitting for Kunzite the leader and Nephrite the smooth talker. Me… I was strategy. I didn't much care for the other sides of my position. Still, it was better than dancing with the goggle-eyed women flooding the room. As the night wore on, I saw her making her way to the balcony, as though to escape. Making up some hurried excuse, I left the windbags to their talk and hurried to catch up to her. What possessed me at that moment, I do not know.
In any case, after bumping into at least four couples and two waiters, I finally reached the same balcony she had exited onto, only to find not a trace of her having ever been here. Apparently grand stairs connected the second-story landing - not balcony, as I had thought - to the garden grounds outside. I had been planning to return to the ballroom, and to give up on her that one night, when I noticed a flash of blue right below me. Oh… you would not believe the haste I used in jumping down those flights of stairs. I was sure I would disprove the age-old adage "haste makes waste." Boy was I wrong - just as I was about to hop over the last few stairs - I don't remember what happened exactly. All I remember was that one minute, I was excitedly planning our first meeting, and the next, I had broken my nose on pavement.
Disclaimer - SM no belong to me.
Introspection
No, I don't think I loved her. How could I have? I mean, how can a single word describe what we were? And love… I don't believe in it. It's just a story, made up by noblewomen with nothing better to do.
I enjoy being alone. I always have been. The only company I've ever needed were my books. To be a good ruler, and to serve my liege well, I needed to be well-read, especially since I served as the tactical commander. Then, when I met up with the other princes and Prince of Earth, Endymion, they somehow got to me, and all I needed were my books and them. At that point, it seemed like I had everything I ever wanted. It seemed like I had everything I ever needed. Then… the Moon and her allies took it into their heads to ally with Earth. Why Endymion? Why did we have to ally with them? We didn't have to, you know that! They wouldn't wage war on us. And attackers from outside would attack them first - they've got the outer planets to come through first. Plus anyone with a mind for strategy would know that any advantage would be important, including the element of surprise. Therefore clearly they would attack the allied forces first, since they're stronger and the surprise would be more helpful against them.
Oh… but that's already happened. And I'm getting off-topic. I always do. I think about one thing and then go off on tangents. I guess it's part of my curiosity, is that I just like exploring all avenues - but I'm getting off topic again, aren't I? Yes I shall try to stay on topic. About… her.
I don't know how she could have attracted my attention so much. I mean, as the prince of Europe, I have ladies and princesses at my any whim. Yet… I've never felt much for any of them. The supposed "beauties" of my kingdom just don't seem beautiful. Even trips to my friends' kingdoms, of Africa, Asia, Americas and Illusion, didn't result in any woman catching my eye. When I first saw her though - on that first, fateful visit to the moon, her beauty seemed to call to me. I mean, I noticed the other princesses also. They were all beautiful, but in a sense that, in my eyes, was already overdone and overexposed. You know how when you have too much of a good thing, it stops being extraordinary and is just ordinary? Same with their kind of beauty. Oh sure, they were levels beyond that of the women I saw daily, but still. Done and killed.
Her…she was different. She had a different kind of beauty. I was slightly disappointed we didn't get to talk much at that "welcome" meeting, but I would see her later that night. There was a ball, in honor of us, the "guests" from Earth.
It was perhaps one of the most horrible experiences I've ever been subject to. I mean, politicians glared - weak as they appeared, I doubt they could've done anything more harmful -military men shadowed us as though we were terrorists, ladies stared as if we were bits of jewelry to be fought over and easily claimed, nobles turned their noses to demonstrate what they thought of our Earthly clothing. I felt more like a cheap display piece than a celebrated intellect and ambassador. I'm not saying I didn't like the attention of the women. But I still think they could've treated us more like human beings than as chattel to be bargained. Yet that seems paradoxical, don't you think? For aren't women the ones considered inferior to men, and given to their husbands family, along with money as if thanking them for taking away the girl? Aren't they the ones treated like property? So then how could they make me feel like that?
Oh sorry… I'm going off topic again, aren't I? I don't quite feel myself when talking about her. She seems to make me, well, almost a different man. Anyway, that night, she was different from the other women. In fact, she was different from everyone else in the room. She didn't seem interested in the five of us at all! No, rather, she just slowly moved about the room, apparently trying not to catch attention by moving too fast or by becoming a new statue decoration to the room.
I guess it was almost her shyness, perhaps, that attracted me. Or maybe it was because of how different she seemed from the other women. I mean, lesser-born women practically threw themselves at my colleagues and myself. But her… well, her and the other four planetary princesses, they were different. And yet, she was the only one that really caught my eye that night. I mean, oh sure I danced with the others. The Martian princess had been particularly delightful to dance with - elegant, mysterious, clairvoyant. Still, she was lacking the quality that truly attracted me - the quality only *she* possessed.
I kept an eye on her while making small talk along the side with some of the politicians and army bigwigs. I didn't really care much for their discussion - the topic of the conversations seemed more fitting for Kunzite the leader and Nephrite the smooth talker. Me… I was strategy. I didn't much care for the other sides of my position. Still, it was better than dancing with the goggle-eyed women flooding the room. As the night wore on, I saw her making her way to the balcony, as though to escape. Making up some hurried excuse, I left the windbags to their talk and hurried to catch up to her. What possessed me at that moment, I do not know.
In any case, after bumping into at least four couples and two waiters, I finally reached the same balcony she had exited onto, only to find not a trace of her having ever been here. Apparently grand stairs connected the second-story landing - not balcony, as I had thought - to the garden grounds outside. I had been planning to return to the ballroom, and to give up on her that one night, when I noticed a flash of blue right below me. Oh… you would not believe the haste I used in jumping down those flights of stairs. I was sure I would disprove the age-old adage "haste makes waste." Boy was I wrong - just as I was about to hop over the last few stairs - I don't remember what happened exactly. All I remember was that one minute, I was excitedly planning our first meeting, and the next, I had broken my nose on pavement.