love had been his to hold , once . he had tasted snow white’s lips & heard her melodies , listened to story upon story while cherishing every syllable & yet , he was still too late . love had ghosted over his hands , but as he reached to grasp it , he felt it fall through the cracks in his fingers . as soon as he escaped that dungeon he had rushed to her side , only to find a glass coffin had sealed his love in , like something on display . with a parting kiss he had bid her goodbye , riding off back to his kingdom in great defeat .
his parents were clueless as to why he should mourn so fearlessly a forgotten princess turned scullery maid . once he started leaving the confines of his artificial night once more , they had betrothed him within the year . he learned of the princess who had recently inherited a kingdom after the death of her prince , & how one day he should be her husband . florian only gathered hope when he learned she was not of royal birth , but noble- perhaps there was a chance still she would prove to be different than the rest .
& now as they find themselves slipping away from the great pre-marital feast , florian is glad to have a moment alone with her . as footsteps mark their winding passage , weaving between pillars & gardens , florian finds comfort in grief . he pauses , letting his blue eyes soak in the angles & shadows he would grow familiar with , attempting to push aside the tormenting thoughts of how this could have played out differently .
his full lips manage to carve themselves into a frown , never-minding his best efforts to keep a charming & princely appearance . & before he can catch himself , the next words trickling down his tongue are , “ what was he like ? ”
@sunsetframed clicked. but also we plotted