Silver

You sabotage every possibility of a healthy relationship by comparing it an ideal that you should have abandoned as soon as you outgrew your dollhouse and the sandboxes in each playground you would frequent. There is no white knight, there is no prince to rescue you from your tower. There will be no elaborate schemes by an evil sorcerer intent on keeping you apart from your true love, no heart-stopping duels to the death for your hand, no forest friends to act as comedic distractions from the tragedy that is your loneliness, no blessings from white witches on your wedding day.

In the time we live in, such ideas must be dismissed. The world of steel and granite does not welcome romance, does not lend itself to the idea of your one true love coming to save you from the clutches of a cruel life.

Yet you sit in your tower, waiting by the window, sighing with your cheek pressed against the pane, still hopeful that he will come.

Princess, I must tell you time and again, you will wait forever only to have your heart broken.

Love Like a Sunset

The last light finally went out, but even in the darkness I could see your chest rising and falling with each breath. You were fast asleep, lost somewhere exchanging kind words with Pierre Dénys de Montfort about your thoughts on the existence of the Kraken or escorting Queen Mab to her glittering spiderweb throne. Your arms were locked tightly around my waist, your face was against my neck. My back ached terribly from lying on the flat surface of the floor, but I did not dare move.

You look so beautiful when you sleep.