“Dread of tomorrow”

The hard part appeared, the dowry has arrived

It was final and official; in just two days, the precious princess is to be wed

The goodbyes were hardest, the kisses were desperate, the tears fell freely, but one thing they knew; for each other, they would strive

The dress was ethereal on her, the train extravagant and perfect; her father took her hand and down the aisle she was led

In her mind, it wasn’t her betrothed at the altar, but the maid who would smile and kiss her; the maid, her lover, her gem who made her feel alive

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The maid turned away, her heart in pieces; her hair covering her tears

She couldn’t take it; the pain of seeing her beloved wed to someone else

She left the church, but heard the kingdom’s joyous cheers

“It’s unfair,” she thought, “they celebrated our heartache; the knowledge that their princess didn’t want this passed right over their heads, drowned out by the wedding bells.”

She slumped over the bench, trying to quell her fears

The maid wanted to run away, but the bright eyes of her princess flashed on her mind, so she knew she had to stay; because where her princess is, her heart dwells.