The number of times you have crossed my mind is more than I would ever admit.
You, a human like all the others. You have no special traits, nothing for me to gain; even your lifespan is equal to that of a fly.
And yet, I have fallen in love with you.
But, I would wager a coin that I never entertain your thoughts as you sit upon your throne. That throne where you plaster on your smile, tending to your flock of villagers, all the while no one is aware of the storm that grows within your heart.
A tempest that batters your soul with fears of inadequacy and tears of loneliness. One I'm sure you still haven't told the King about, despite promising me otherwise.
If only you could see that you do have a rock to cling to when the waves become too much. That I wait here, struggling to free myself from this prison for you.
But I know, I am nothing more than an object of fascination and wonderment.
Something for you to spill your heart upon before leaving me in the dark as you shut the door.
As you shut me out.
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A knock.
Once.
Twice.
Three times in rapid succession.
Before the third knock even finished, Reve appeared in a swish of purple ambience, his eyes taking in you standing before the mirror. How long had it been since their last talk?
"You called?"
