A heavy sigh. Iris was so tired of wiping the pan in her hands, it shined like literal gold at this point! She frowned at her reflexion. Her makeup was on point, anyone would fall for a charming face like hers. That was her only consolation, for she had yet to meet her dear prince charming.

Would he have brown hair? Fluffy? Or maybe black hair? She was open to blondes too! Not that her standards were ghastly low— of course not! She was a princess, and while she completely supported the independance of women, believing they didn’t NEED men, damn she still wanted one.

And so sucked into her fantasies, a dreamy sigh leaving her perfect lips as she imagined a handsome prince in a pristine white suit, she paused.

Swiftly yanking the pan up once more, almost hitting her perfect nose in the process, Iris gasped. Her dark complexion, the thick curls on her head, her sharp brows and lushious lashes— she looked better than any man!

… Her smooth skin would look utterly dashing against the contrast of a pristine white suit. From years upon years of cleaning, her arms had to be toned, right? She flexed, staring intently at her reflextion in the pan. Okay maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but hey, there was movement!

Launching herself to her feet and setting off into a sprint to the bathroom, she resolved to herself— Iris was about to be a changed woman! Men were weak, worthless, incompetent, and incapable of simply locating a lost princess! Idiots!

And who wasn’t an idiot? Iris! How come she’d bever thought of it before?! She locked herself in the bathroom, pausing to stare in the actual mirror, pan be damned. “Who is that handsome devil?” she muttered, eyeing her reflection and pulling at the collar of her dress. With a slight smirk at her little joke, she wasted no time in ripping off the showers curtains. Poor quality things, really.

You know what? Never mind. The shower curtains were thick, forged through hardship, managing to survive through thick and thin with their immense strength! With a gusty grunt, a short heave of breath, she was able to remove them, her muscles flexing as she clicked her tongue under her breath, a low and husky sound. (Shrieked when the thin fabric slipped off the rings attaching them to the pole.)

Shoving the window open, Iris’ dark eyes set with determination, a fire of newfound confidence aflame, she inhaled sharply. Oh, the grass outside… She wrinkled her nose, holding back what she was sure was a manly war cry building up in her chest. (A sneeze.)

Silently cursing her allergies and narrowly holding back the urge to verbalize her hatred of men, she tossed the curtain outside, her body swooping to follow right after it. A makeshift parachute.

And if it wasn’t working very well, no one was there to lay witness! “Oomph!” she puffed, wiping off her dress. She’d forgotten her heels, and so she swiftly ducked back into the front door, because that aas absolutely still an option. Even if the kidnapper was not home. And quite the dunce. Why had she even stayed for so many years, again?

Oh, yes. It was a great chance to meet the love of her life—- at home in the castle, not a single eventful moment occured! And no charming prince who’d tel her she was lovely every moment of the day! Criminal, it was.

Stealing the boots of a burly man, chunky on her feet, she scoffed. Hell no, but she wasn’t about to run barefoot in the forest! The pain of the rocks might’ve actually killed her.

And then she ran. Ran until her legs ached and her chest heaved with every loud breath. Spotting a merchant, Iris contemplated her choices. One, ask the merchant for a ride to the village, hope he wss friendly. Two, avoid at all costs, as he could be a murderer.

“Lady Luck, please, from one lovely lady to another, make this man not be a creep.” The princess muttered under her breath, stepping forward.

And how did it go?

She hitched the ride. The old man was reaching his eighties— surely, a kind and warm old man, who leveled her a soft smile and nodded at her requezt for a ride.

And as she was getting off at the very front of the village, he raised a gray brow. “My payment?” he snickered, his narrowed eyes devoid of the innocent elderly warmth from before. No, instead they were masked with suggestive filth. She was right— men sucked! She was better than any of them.. Iris reacted like any other reasonable princess.

“Oh, HELL NO!” she screamed, ripping off one of her far too large boots and beating the bald man’s head in, once he’d stepped too close. “I’m also broke!” she shrieked, decking him in the face with the leathered heel. She then kicked off the other boot, sprinting out to the capital in a sprint.

“MOTHERR I’M BACK!!” The princess screamed, her arms flying back and forth in furious chops.

Wrote this completely unedited like, on the spot, totally gave up, a little lazy. 😭😭🙏🙏

To be embraced is to feel another’s warmth To gaze upon someone who shines so bright you must look away, yet you fail to turn your head When you witness their eyes light up and think, how can I make them do that again? “Perfect,” you can’t help but whisper, wondering how you were the cause of that breathtaking sight
You think you would do almost anything to see it again, every day for the rest of your life Do you deserve to lay your tired eyes on such a divinity? 
Feeling the warmth in your heart, your expression softens, and surprisingly, you have nothing cruel to say Perhaps this is how it feels when the sun rises Chasing away the dark inner turmoil of a troubled soul the same as any other dark night With a valiant glowing light, genuine and brighter than any other, incomparable to even the stars in the sky Incomparable to anything. To be loved is to be known A butterfly cannot see its own wings

Every night, the sun could set, unaware as to how your eyebags have due to its warmth Oblivious to how lifeless eyes now shone with the reflection of the sun’s rays What a preposterous thought, you simply won’t allow it
You hardly register what they’re saying, their expression cheerful as they watch the sun set, casting the sky a warm orange with pink hues. “Beautiful” is the only word you hear from their lovely lips, curving around the vowels in a way you can’t help but find anything but enticing “Beautiful,” you agree, utterly breathless as you study their face. The lighting casts an ethereal glow, bringing out the color of their cheeks.  Not even for a second, do your eyes spare a glance to the sunset. To be loved is to be known, and in every sense, in every aspect, do you wish to know them To whisper praises to their name, to gaze upon them with adoration in your eyes Feel as time passes and your hair grows gray, to watch smile lines and wrinkles appear on their contented face Waking up to two sunrises, one just for you, and one for all the world to adore Growing a garden with both your favorite flowers. You can’t help but smile when you see your world staring at the blooms Sunflowers for your sun, symbolizing adoration, loyalty.  Asters for “I love you,” baby’s breath for “everlasting love.” Baby’s breath is a common flower in weddings. From their radiant smile, maybe they knew that. The thought would never cross your mind That the sun would one day set and never again rise The sight you’d seen so many times doesn’t ever leave your mind, not for a second. 
Your world, the center of your being, the reason you breathed and lived, so kindly smiling at you in a way you had never experienced. 
A warmth you wanted to feel for the rest of your life, ingrained in your bones, carved deep into the depths of your mind, seeped into your flesh Could you carry on with your life, the love and contentment settled into your bones drained by the cold hands of death? Your face rapidly grows pale, as the color so gently eased into your life had been carelessly ripped away
You never believed in God, but even so, prayer after prayer fell from your lips, dry from hours of screamed pleas You could hardly register the fact that your voice had grown hoarse, almost no sounds leaving your throat despite your attempts The light in your eyes had been stolen, along with the source You distinctly remember your partner scolding you as they reminded you to take care of yourself Pleas turned into curses, because how could a supposed ‘god’ send down an angel of your own, then tear them away? The time that passes is all the same, every second weighs heavy on your shoulders Your co-worker cracks a joke, and your lips don’t so much as twitch The bags under your eyes have grown heavier than ever, accompanied with scars from rubbing at your tears It’s strange, you want nothing more than to sleep eternally, yet you cannot even sleep temporarily Instead of staring at your sun, you now gaze up at the moon Not for a second, does their face ever leave your mind Rather than the familiar feeling of motivation and adoration coursnig through your body, you feel nothing but a hollow emptiness You wish you could care and tend to your shared garden, but you don’t have the energy anymore In a funeral filled with black and gray, you can’t help but think, if they were still here, they’d bring about color You wear red You leave sunflowers on their casket, asters on their shrine, and gift baby’s breath to their family, knowing they would never be able to attend the wedding of their child Alone, you watch your first sunset in months, the red of your blood bleeds into the red of your attire, a silver blade pierced through your heart It wasn’t your heart anymore, it had long been theirs, and it would be for eternity You hazily think that the weight of the blade in your heart could never compare to that of the matching diamond rings in your pocket The world did not end, but the sun would never again illuminate the sky.

My apologies, stretched on longer than I thought. This is my first attempt to writing in second person. :) Wanted to write like a mix of a poem and a story told, ya know?