“Dread of tomorrow”


    The hard part appeared, the dowry has arrived


    It was final and official; in just two days, the precious princess is to be wed


    The goodbyes were hardest, the kisses were desperate, the tears fell freely, but one thing they knew; for each other, they would strive


    The dress was ethereal on her, the train extravagant and perfect; her father took her hand and down the aisle she was led


    In her mind, it wasn’t her betrothed at the altar, but the maid who would smile and kiss her; the maid, her lover, her gem who made her feel aliveA case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    The maid turned away, her heart in pieces; her hair covering her tears


    She couldn’t take it; the pain of seeing her beloved wed to someone else


    She left the church, but heard the kingdom’s joyous cheers


    “It’s unfair,” she thought, “they celebrated our heartache; the knowledge that their princess didn’t want this passed right over their heads, drowned out by the wedding bells.”


    She slumped over the bench, trying to quell her fears


    The maid wanted to run away, but the bright eyes of her princess flashed on her mind, so she knew she had to stay; because where her princess is, her heart dwells.