I don’t see what others see. People say I have an amazing gift; That my tears are sent from the heavens.

When I look in the mirror, I see a young royal with a curse. A curse that makes me valuable to others.

I could only stare as golden tears run down my cheeks, leaving small stars in its wake. This is my curse. It’s something that makes me “Valuable” to others; they want to use me. To sell me. My tears hot, still a starry, shimmery gold. I don’t see what others see. When I look in this mirror I see a royal that was fooled by love; used by others. I won’t let that happen again. When I look in the mirror I see a ruler; a ruthless ruler that won’t let ANYONE use them again. When people look in the mirror all they will see is me.