Loved You For a Thousand Years
Voices reach her ears even from the confinements of her room. Ringing
throughout the halls, reflecting off room barriers. Travelling throughout
the castle as if in search for something desperately D E S I R E D. It was
overwhelming to auscultate so many vocalizations within a single
location; they were the reason young woman remained in place, not quick
to WELCOME the many ephemerae encroaching her home. Despite King
and Queen of the castle to be quite O V E R J O Y E D to greet them.
Popular entertainment and celebration that commenced once a
year for a passing week. Most civilians of the kingdom were
invariably JUBILANT of the event, whereas princess believed it
tedious and monotonous having watched it nearly twenty years
of her life. Body is p r i e d away from bed, steps taken over to
curtained fenestra. Fingers weave through cloth in search of
opening, rays of sun suddenly filtering through. Azurline gaze
PEERS below at the developing crowd, a sigh gently emitting
from betwixt lips. Her presence S H O U L D have been there
alongside parents, but motivation for such was tenuous. Self
force would be needed if she were to appease her parents.
Another sigh audits before leaving window and rushing away from the
repression of allaying room. The halls remain barren, all servants down
below, occupied with attending to neighboring kingdoms and knights.
Q U I E T steps descend down stairs, fabric of dress grasped between
fingers to prevent tripping. Habitually does she follow the path leading
to throne room, but slightly straying to enter through a more cryptic way
in hopes of going unseen. A victim to isolation sustains one to remain
a clandestine person; wanting to be CONCEALED and nothing more.
Unfortunately, being of royalty proves it to be difficult and near futile.
They grow louder the closer she gets, the tone of voices. A multitude
of conversations being spoken at once, merging into a single murmur.
There could only be hope the excessive dialogue was enough to keep
them all engaged with one another enough to allow her to slip by and
take PROPER place beside King and Queen on the elevated platform
holding double thrones. And she almost arrives, remaining close to
the walls, EMBRACED by shadows. Until a voice announcing her
arrival echoes throughout the large room, resulting in the attention of
others to focus on her. Carnassials clench atop lower lip, head down
as she SLOWLY approaches her designated seat, embarrassment
evident as warmth spreads through pallid cheeks, lowering self to
the left of the Queen; of her subtly, S C O W L I N G mother.
A princess should never be late if she expects to be Queen.
Words of the wise monarch, spoken to daughter one too many T I M E S
in the past. But the glower goes momentarily ignored, Elsa much
preferring to OCCUPY self by observing the crowd of knights dispersed
around the room, minding their business and conversing with each other.
