I’ve been consuming far too much YA media.
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The palace is just as she left it,
Every courtier’s face a smile
Just for her, and her return.
But each lie bites at her lips,
Until she is crying
Into the bookshelf, Kill me.
When the beloved king
Who she knows to be
The most vile person of all
Finally arrives, she is through —
She flees through a window,
Never looking back.
Subtextually Free 