Rays of a waning moon pierce through stained glass, casting fading rainbows over a fragile body. Cold air caresses pale legs, slipping under a white nightdress to bite at milky thighs, as a frustrated sigh tumbles from soft lips in a search for elusive slumber. The lonely princess is restless; exhaustion numbs her mind.
Stretching out, joints crack and grind and ache with a poison that consumes her body in roaring flames. Salt spikes her tongue; pain and anger seeping out from vivacious blue eyes in a lone tear. The princess grows weary of her unease, the fatigue pressing heavily on her shoulders not enough to take her into sleeps sweet detour from reality.
Footsteps echo around the decadent bed chamber, luxurious colours bleeding into one another in the twilight gloom. She covers her slender frame in a woollen cloak, slipping into leather boots, and takes a last glance at the reflection, standing with regal and prosaic poise, in the mirror. Pure, in