(Tw: light mentions of Gore & abuse)

Starting from when she was little, the perfect little princess. Delicate, kind, gentle and well educated.

People love her, the kingdom respects her. The king long sick, his only heir to the throne, her. She always seemed to be the kind clumsy kind. She often baked, helped out in the kitchen or stitched dresses with her maids. She was called the sweetest of them all, the blossom queen. Blooming like a flower in a garden of millions of other flowers. Shining out, like a queen in a ball room.

Today, the banquet of her life. Choosen for her, styles for her, decorated like a delicate flower. The night of her life’s. Choosing her Prince Charming. Walking down the stairs, no announcement. A sky blue dress, her hair long hanging down. Curls, like the curls of a angel. Long blond hair, so perfect. On her face, the perfect smile. The plan is going according to her wishes. A gentle smile, searching for her Romeo. A pure love.

Her green eyes met with his brown ones. The brown of his flickering a sense of domination.

“Oh who is she”

He smiles, a smirk forming in the corner of his face. Her eyes looking back, deep in his soul. Oh he was like a shining red apple. Looking like the perfect guy.

Oh and so they danced, danced and took the air. Room quiet, eyes glued. All heard is the music. Seeing the two angels dance, dancing angels.

“Oh is this real?”

Oh with the fathers agree meant, the new family rose. Rising like a flame in a house burn. Screams died, his brown eyes.

His eyes, seeing the delicate, vulnerable angel. Oh my angel, you must be mine. Be mine, be my possession, be mine to hurt. Let me relish my anger, my pain…let me relish it on your delicate skin

“Oh…you foul apple”

So domestic, so abusive. The little angel, backed down, her own men, her own dream husband.

Crying in a corner, servants ignored, eyes been shut. So shut out, the angels screams die down.

Yet what is her plan? She’s the rightful queen, why doesn’t she fight back? Well her perfect little charming didn’t care. He only saw the blood and bruises. Driving him high. A sinister laughter.

Oh no, the little angel. There he was caught, the servant seeing it. He backs away but…oh what’s this ? The servant doesn’t care and turns away.

Only a smirk left behind.

“But oh my angel”

Your eyes so beautiful…your brown sweet eyes.

She sung, dancing. Eyes widen, smiles dropping, servants acting so shocking, so calm.

Ohh my love, you know me. I’m your angel after all. Why won’t you look at me my love? Didn’t you know me after all?

He voice clung in the empty halls. Servants just standing there, no word, no matter what happened.

“Oh who is she”

Now you know, now you know. She’s your death. She’s your choice, your decision. You didn’t know her devilish smile behind the cries. She was always like this.

Oh Prince Charming what have you done? Married her, oh she’s so perfect. Your little angel. Your little angel…angel…who did things. Her animal friends would know best.

She sung in her room, her husband in front of her. Her _servant_ brushing her hair, calm, everything’s so quiet and calm.

His eyes looking at her, a smile tucked in her face. Oh the little angel you thought she was. Oh no, no, no,no.

You played with fire..thinking you’d get away. Oh my, you really though my servants were accepting or respecting you. No no no, my Prince Charming. It was a plan…

“She’s not who she says she is…”

Her _servant_ bowing down. Asking ever so calm.

“Oh shall I remove the corpse my queen?”

She smiles softly at the _servant_

“Oh yes my dear, but first. I wanna stare into those cold, lifeless eyes….since those eyes are the ones I fell in love with. Ahhh he didn’t know who he was playing with. He really bought it, oh my servant. Let me keep those, display those.”

Her _servant_ nods. Taking a hunting knife, every so slowly reaching behind his eye, pulling, scratching, his eye. To remove it, to cut the strings. The eye drop. No blood…he’s dry,cold, sickly pale….

Oh his angel, his perfect innocent angel. He didn’t see it, no…he didn’t see it coming. He wasn’t able to read the signs. To see the violent, to see the looks, to see the non worried expressions of close maids and _servants_. Oh no, the Prince Charming. Has fallen, to his pain, to his addiction, to his foul personality.

Fallen to the need to hurt, to the need to see, to hear his angel. Oh no, her little toy. Fallen apart.

Seeing the eyes, dropping down, smile tugging on her lips. The starts in her eyes, seeing her toy, her Prince fall apart. Seeing the lifeless cold eyes. Realizing her toy didn’t last long.

Oh sweet angel, how could you ? Oh no, her toy. Her eyes slowly greying, her world seemingly stopping. Her plan…oh so easy, too easy. Where’s the fun? Where’s the laughter, where’s the sounds, the dropping salty liquid of humans…dropping from their eyes…?

Oh _sweet angel_, your games are finally over.

Oh _sweet angel_, you never were a victim.

Your acting, so fascinating, catching everyone’s breath.

Oh _sweet angel_, why did you play this game?

Why let him ever think he hurt you…if your already so impure?

“Oh she’s not who you thought she was”

The _servant_ whispers to the lifeless corpse, no smile on the face.