What You Don't See

Puppet

Once upon a time…

She used to believe in fairy tales

In a land far, far away…

She used the think that that land would one day be hers

There lived a princess…

She used to imagine herself in the princess’ place, all fine gowns and sparkling jewelry

This princess was the most beautiful in all the land, and all adored her…

She’d giggled at that; she knew most people did adore her, though she was far from beautiful

All but one…

She didn't have that one- she was a perfect little girl, as far as they knew

As the story went on and grew more complicated, as motives grew impure and morals became questionable, she realized-

She would never be that princess.

She would never have that knight in shining armor.

She would never have her happily ever after because who did, in her world?

She was destined for a life of half-smiles, of tears and heartaches, of laughter that would never last, and a life of helping people without ever helping herself.

She'd never believed in destiny.

She believed that one’s actions were always their own.

So why was it that she felt like a puppet?

Okay, so I know I said this would stay a one-shot, but then I got some encouragement from some very awesome people (a huge thank you to the wonderful people who commented and pushed me to release this and especially to thetenthweasley - I love you, honestly, you're amazing) and now I guess I'm continuing this. I'll try to update weekly, but I might stray from the schedule a little.
Until next time!