She sat in the room and stared at her mirror. How could he ever love her? He was something incredible, but she was not. She was just a eillth, not a lady. No, ladies have manners, never argue with their family, sew and other such things. But she was not a lady. She hated dresses and hated to sew.She always found herself arguing with others, shewas toldshe was forgettingher manners, she realized that she was not made to listen.
She always said, never. Never will she fall in love or become a wife. Then how did she end up like this? In love with someone who did not know her. And, perhaps, did not wish to know her.
She watched her reflection day by day. Was this like it was to fade? No one could tell her from experience. Her ethereal glow vanquished, her shinning eyes dulled. She did not eat, she did not sleep. She faded.
How was she to know any differently? When he saw her, he looked past her, or saw her as vain and dull. She was lost in the crowd of giggling she-elves who wanted his position and wealth, not him for whom he is.
Then how could she love him? She wondered and only came up with a single response. She just did.
She walked back to her bed and lay down to stare at the ceiling. Her mother was at the door, begging her to open it. Her father threatened to call the healers. She didn't care. His footsteps lead away from the door.
She closed her eyes, knowing it was too late. She can't win his affection though she has tried.
She was spent. Her world diminished.