There once lived a princess named Eleanor. She was a very beautiful and intelligent young girl. Yet, she was unhappy.
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed or wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded by people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t try. He simply couldn’t. She didn’t love him. She loved someone else. Someone kind, warmhearted, beautiful and also a royalty, therefore their love seemed acceptable. However, it was not.
On her wedding day the princess cried and cried, until she had no more tears left. Her pain seemed unbearable, her heart was ripping into two. As her maid opened the door and told her:
“Miss, we’ll have to start soon.”
“Just give me one more second to breathe one last breath.”
The maid nodded and closed the door. As soon as she did so, the princess opened up the nearest window and before she knew it, she was climbing out the window and running towards the woods. To hide in the arms and the darkness of trees.
What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she had to get out. She had to be able to breathe. She had to be free. With the one person she truly loved.
There are lots of theories on how the princess’ life has turned out. Some say that she has been found by her father, the King, and killed, for the shame that she has brought over their kingdom. Some say that she has received the punishment of the Gods, fell ill and died only a few weeks after the hiding.
But those, who know the real princess, know the real story. The story of the forbidden love and happy, long life that the princess has lived with her only, real, true love: Princess Annabelle.
The forbidden love between the two princesses. Yes, it was talked of. Yes, it was judged. And yes, it was highly frowned upon. But the talks, judgments and frowns didn’t reach the princesses ears, minds or hearts. They were protected. Protected from all of it, by happiness, freedom, joy and lightness that they felt. They didn’t care about what anybody else thought, because for them, there wasn’t anybody else, but them. For the first time in years, they were able to breathe again.
They loved each other. And that’s all that mattered.