"Sorry, I'm late-"
Just out after practice- heading to the garden-
The smell of sweat- masked by the evergreen winter garden-
As usual-
To meet her-
"Surely you jest your highness-" Beautiful smile- Chuckle- giggle-
And idle talk.
'I'm dreaming?'
Our garden-
Winter flowers-
Just the two of us-
Drinking tea-
Talking-
Smiling-
Giggling-
Bliss…
'Oh, that day-'
This was the day-
I got rejected….
Or rather- the woman of my dreams had left me for my brother- just so she could be queen-
"I'm sorry but I'm getting engaged with prince Juerd-"
One after another-
"This is good bye-"
The barrage-
"I hope you can find happiness- without me…"
And yet-
Her image slowly faded-
Replaced by ink-
Her voices warped-
Replaced by naught-
I didn't fault her-
I didn't hate her-
Not anymore.
