i asked the queen when would she host another ball.
"that, i didn't know." she asked me back, "why, my prince len, are you so eager?
you, who hated parties and dancing ladies?"
i gave her a tight smile, thinking if it would be too bold of me
to confess that i want to marry some lady.
in my silence, the queen found the answer.
"and what is her name?" the queen peered down at me so motherly.
"that, i didn't know."
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Poetrylove transforms princes to poets. the thoughts he writes down; the papers he slips inside the glass jar. (a/n. prepare for a shitload of cheesiness) cover art by © saegome
