When any girl is young, they always have this set image. An image of a prince who would come, sweep them off their feet, and treat them as if they were princesses. It was a common wish for any little girl to have, and Natalia was no exception.
You're making me blush...
I can not help but to compliment true beauty.
When she was young, her mind often raced with thoughts of a prince, with long golden blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and a perfect body, holding her. Telling her he loved her. Telling her just how perfect she was, and kissing her. Making her feel like she was the best girl in the whole world, and she deserved nothing but the best. That was the dreams of Natalia's childhood.
I love you more then anything.
And I love you more then that.
When she grew older, she noticed her image of a prince had been changing. His hair grew shorter and became more of a slivery blonde, then it's normal golden. His eyes slowly turned from blue, to a deep shade of purple. He grew much much taller then Natalia, and his smile became twisted. He no longer told her how much he loved her, he simply stared down at her until she asked questions.
Do you love me?
Da, I do.
He never responded with anything more then five words, and never once tried to fill her ego. His hold was no longer comfortable. It became tight, and squished her small frame. His clothes were no longer elegant, but instead, they were but a scarf and a tan coat.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Da.
In her dreams, he would answer yes to every question. She always had felt like she knew this man, but until years after the dreams had already started, she never understood who it was. Natalia thought of it as a sign that she was growing up, that her dream man was becomming more realistic.
Will you marry me?
Nyet.
And it's then, she knew who it was.
She was in love with her big brother.
