She was once a beautiful young princess.
Known all across the lands for her elegance.
She was kind and compassionate, good-hearted, and loving.
But not anymore.
For she was now a skeleton.
Still sitting on her throne, her crown still perched on her beautiful locks.
At least, what remained of them.
In her crumbling, decaying throne room.
Watching the dust soar and descend rapidly in beams of light, as if they were constantly dancing a dance of grace and the embodiment of the word magnificent.
Silence everywhere.
She was all alone. No prince by her side. He was long gone, in a place, she didn't know.
Her lifeless skull staring into the unknown and unseen.
And she would stay that way until her bones crumbled to dust.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
