maybe i'm just dreaming out loud
Title: maybe i'm just dreaming out loud
Characters: Jenny, Nate, Blair
Rating/Word Count: PG/390
One-Line Excerpt: She's an angel, a devil; a princess, a peasant - a mess.
Today will be different.
The glass slipper will fit and she and the prince will build their castle in the sky. The mirror will tell her she’s the fairest.
The queen will disappear, and she will take her place.
The queen’s kingdom will crumble.
Today will be different. She will be in her rightful place.
--
She’s an angel, a devil; a princess, a peasant - a mess.
The prince tells his stories, his promises.
She waits for him in dark corners, where her pretend kingdom exists.
He slips out of the darkness, into the light.
She remains. She watches.
The prince and his queen - beautiful, transparent.
Cracks in the surface - she, the peasant girl, has caused them all.
--
He speaks no words.
His eyes tell instead - they will not build their kingdom, there will be no princes or princesses.
The queen makes a king of the prince - the kingdom is solidified, the keys hidden.
--
The king’s first child is not borne by his queen.
The girl will remain a peasant, an outsider. She will not be the princess she deserves to be.
They speak of her mother in hushed tones. The king remains pristine.
The girl will dream of her own castle and kingdom as all young girls do - as her mother once did.
The gates of the kingdom remain closed.
The girl’s mother weeps for her pretend kingdom, the one the king once promised to build.
--
Everyone celebrates when the real princess is born.
She has the king’s eyes, the queen’s hair - perfection, they all say.
She watches from the shadows, as she always has.
Her daughter watches with wide eyes, unaware of the tragedy that’s unfolded, the tragedy they’ve become.
--
She’s brave enough to silently apologize to her daughter the day she meets the princess for the first time - secretly her equal, realistically her superior.
Sisters - but neither will ever know that.
(The peasant and the princess? They’ll never reach an understanding.)
She repeats her apologies - her daughter takes her rightful place in society and the book of fairytales is closed.
--
One day, a little girl wakes up a teenager - never an angel, always a devil; never a princess, always a peasant.
Mom, today will be different.
She doesn’t have the strength to tell the girl that today will be exactly the same as the rest.
Characters: Jenny, Nate, Blair
Rating/Word Count: PG/390
One-Line Excerpt: She's an angel, a devil; a princess, a peasant - a mess.
Today will be different.
The glass slipper will fit and she and the prince will build their castle in the sky. The mirror will tell her she’s the fairest.
The queen will disappear, and she will take her place.
The queen’s kingdom will crumble.
Today will be different. She will be in her rightful place.
--
She’s an angel, a devil; a princess, a peasant - a mess.
The prince tells his stories, his promises.
She waits for him in dark corners, where her pretend kingdom exists.
He slips out of the darkness, into the light.
She remains. She watches.
The prince and his queen - beautiful, transparent.
Cracks in the surface - she, the peasant girl, has caused them all.
--
He speaks no words.
His eyes tell instead - they will not build their kingdom, there will be no princes or princesses.
The queen makes a king of the prince - the kingdom is solidified, the keys hidden.
--
The king’s first child is not borne by his queen.
The girl will remain a peasant, an outsider. She will not be the princess she deserves to be.
They speak of her mother in hushed tones. The king remains pristine.
The girl will dream of her own castle and kingdom as all young girls do - as her mother once did.
The gates of the kingdom remain closed.
The girl’s mother weeps for her pretend kingdom, the one the king once promised to build.
--
Everyone celebrates when the real princess is born.
She has the king’s eyes, the queen’s hair - perfection, they all say.
She watches from the shadows, as she always has.
Her daughter watches with wide eyes, unaware of the tragedy that’s unfolded, the tragedy they’ve become.
--
She’s brave enough to silently apologize to her daughter the day she meets the princess for the first time - secretly her equal, realistically her superior.
Sisters - but neither will ever know that.
(The peasant and the princess? They’ll never reach an understanding.)
She repeats her apologies - her daughter takes her rightful place in society and the book of fairytales is closed.
--
One day, a little girl wakes up a teenager - never an angel, always a devil; never a princess, always a peasant.
Mom, today will be different.
She doesn’t have the strength to tell the girl that today will be exactly the same as the rest.