What if the bad guys were really the good guys? What if everything you thought you knew about fairy tales were wrong? Would you go on believing them, or would you join me? Would you fear tasting the unknown, or would you jump right in and hold him close? What if he wasn’t yours to have, and the only person you wanted you wouldn’t dare touch? Would you ignore the darkness and step into the room, or would you close the door and pretend you never saw? What if the heroes wanted you dead?

I was born to two of the greatest heroes this world has ever seen. They rule this world with a fist of iron, and a heart of coal; yet we all bow blindly because they are better than anyone else. You all bow because you don’t know the truth; it’s a truth not even I knew once upon a time. They are, after all, so perfect behind their pale faces and red lips.

I was perfectly satisfied in this life with them; after all I saw no reason for the people to hate them. They were kind enough and they were wise enough. That was all until I met him one night after an argument with my mother, who wished for me to marry a politician’s son; Alexander.

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Yet again another random romantic thing I wrote... I think I was starting to go somewhere but I have up and haven't seen it since.