Guinevere had collected a few fancier dresses over the years, between gifts and saving. She loves how soft the fabric feels against her skin.

Most of the time, she puts them on and twirls, admiring her reflection. She remembers being a child and playing dress-up in her mother's dresses. Her father would kiss her cheek.

"You look like a princess."

But sometimes, on harder days or days Arthur barely spared her a glance, she looks in the mirror and sees… nothing. Just an ugly little girl playing dress-up in a princess dress.

Sometimes, she just doesn't think she's worth it.

Two things. First: Okay, wow, depressing. I'll try to put up a happier one within the next few hours. Just...wow.

Second: I wanted to thank everyone who has taken the time to review, favorite, sign up for alerts for these drabbles, or just read this far. Thank you, very much, and I hope you're enjoying it.