Before the hollow decay of self there was anger. Before that…I don’t remember.
Surely I was not born with a face frozen as you see it now.
No I am certain there was a time when these eyes shone as brilliantly as the very stars themselves. Or at the very least as bright as the crystalline lights that radiate through the night to keep the palace illuminated.
Surely there was a time when this elegant garb wasn’t such a farce. When this mouth did more that steadily draw further and further into the near permanent frown it is.
Hm. It would seem there are some things about me capable of change.
Chibs. The 900 year old princess of utter disdain. { context/related posts x, x, x}