A story beyond anyone's imagination,
A story beyond anyone's expectation;
A story with no blood relation,
A story of love, betrayal and separation.
Standing on the rooftop of the clock tower, my eyes sparkled as I saw those distant stars twinkling. Looking at the moon my lips twitched into a gloomy smile. I stepped my right foot forward as I climbed up at the edge and sat down without any fear of death. My legs swinging high in the air and my hands supporting the edge, of course I have no intention of ending that cheerless life of mine yet. My eyes wandered around those tall buildings with bright lights and those congested streets.
UHM a bit introduction. Well so being a Princess wasn't easy. Right ! A Princess. I was the only daughter of Mortel Family of Mortelle Dynasty, Winter Mortel. My personality has always been quite peculiar. It was only my elder brother, to whom I opened up my worries and anxiety of life. Having a luxurious life isn't the only aspect, for living in the world of cruelty. If you asked me about my opinion on life now, probably you would get nothing but a dry smile. My life had always been happy until the past 5 years, when I lost someone dearest to me. My one and only supporter, my only well wisher, my only friend.
'Friend' such a simple six letter word right ? But this word meant the world to me, my soul resided in that word. Somethings are better off as mysteries, but somethings cannot be masked. For me, relations hold a great value. I feel that the people who can experience the love from their closed ones take it for granted but the people who can't experience this feeling would always yearn and wait for that one special person who will make them feel the happiest and the primary being on earth. Even 'Love and Honesty' is a luxury for the wealthiest beings like me.
There were thousands of unexpressed words buried deep in my heart. Those brutal hours were slowly and steadily subjugating those golden memories of my life. The secrets which everyone struggled to conceal from me, were the ones which I got to know the earliest. My hawkeye didn't help in the burial of some mysteries. Now I wonder, only if I didn't know those untolds, maybe, I would have been happier, in a delusion, but carefree.
While thinking about my life and my past, I didn't realise how much time I had spent there. Getting up, I brushed the dust off my clothes, tightening my sword I jumped to the nearest tower and so on, till I reached my palace, my house of memories. The house which I once cherished, but now despise. Sleekly entering my room through the french window, I placed down my sword, which was the only thing I could now trust on and went to change into my comfy nightwear. Plopping myself on my bed, I lifted the frame on the bedside table as I caressed it and hugged it like there was not tomorrow, soon with the frame in my hands I drifted in a deep slumber unaware of the storm that awaited me.