once upon a time,
there was a princess. she sat in her tower, imprisoned by
her father, not waiting for her prince to save her. she
knew already that escaping was impossible; she'd tried every
possible way to escape.
to escape from her own life.
one day, though, someone
did come. a prince. he wore shining armour, had
touseled blonde hair, and was in every way the gentleman that
everyone, before her entrapment, had said that someday she would
fall in love with and marry.
but.
there was her heart to consider. he
was not the one that she was destined to love, and the princess
knew it, so it wasn't shocking to her when he left one day on a
dragon hunt, leaving only a note that said that he hoped she
would still care for him, and then was gone forever.
never did he return, never did he seem to care how she
was.
finally,
news came from a courier of her father's
that he'd disowned her and made the prince his rightful
heir. he'd also married off one of the princess's
sisters to the prince, meaning that the prince belonged to
someone else.
however,
it didn't matter. the princess was wise, and she knew
what love was. she'd not loved that prince, and he'd not
loved her. no matter how much time that princess had been
in that tower; no matter how much the princess had longed for her
only company that she'd had since being in that tower, she didn't
love him. she'd never loved him, and she never would love
him.
because love wasn't there, and it was not important for
her to pretend to love him.