He walked next to me, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the room where the operation was supposed to take place.

It looked like a sanctuary. The floor was made up of hundreds of tiny pink and white tiles, the room covered in a huge glass dome filled with intricate patterns. There were plants everywhere; trees and flowers and little cactus. The room was well-lit and from the gla...

You’re still a princess but you’re no longer mine.

I still love you more than I should, more than I ever should’ve.

You are my love even though I’m not yours.

I have never felt the way I felt with you; not before, not during, not after.

I looked at you before I knew you and say the beauty of your face

I looked at you when you were my confidante, my best friend, and I saw the beauty of your heart...

He glances up at her face, pressing the end of the needle to her arm, not quite letting it slide in yet.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a note of desperation in his voice. She nods.

“You have to let me go.” Tears fill her gets and begin to spill over her cheeks; He brushes them away with the back of his palm. She reaches up and grabs the back of his neck, bringing his head close to hers until their fore...

After my announcement, the room went quiet. Not even the clinking of forks remained; my entire family was looking at me as if I’d grown a second head. The silence was so loud it hurt, the ringing in my ears deafening. I couldn’t even hear my sister breathing, though she was less than a foot away from me. The ineffable silence remained, nearly making my eardrums bleed.

“What?” I demanded. All I...

It was a hell of a way to die. Not that I’d never died before, of course; No, this must’ve been the fifth or sixth time at least. But it was by far my favorite.

It all started on my sixteenth birthday, the day I would finally be coronated as the official princess of Macedalia, my kingdom. All growing up, I had been referred to as “Princess Marianne,” but I had never truly had any of the responsib...