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There is only the moon to watch over your misery.
Your gloved hands settle atop of the balcony’s railing, watching the skies as though they hold an answer to your endless questions. Your endless wonder, fueled by the stranger who took your hand and your heart with him, could only be seen by the moon tonight.
Not him.
The stranger was lovely. Purple hair draped over his eyes and a smile that appeared even beyond his mask. His hands were gentler than any servant’s and his affections were more believable than anyone who has claimed they loved you.
Although this is far from love, it is something beyond the confines of the castle, and isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?
“Rafayel, Rafayel,” you scream, you scorn, you yearn. Maybe one of your pleas will bring him back so you can roam the streets with him once more.
But as expected, nobody responds except the wind and the moon, and they’re both deathly quiet.
“Oh Rafayel, Rafayel. Why are you Rafayel?”
Why am I the princess? you shall rather say, because Rafayel does not have the weight of the kingdom on his back. He isn’t the one with the heart that enamors all of the kingdom. He isn’t the one who feels as though he is only deserving of love because of his mere heart.
But does it matter what you ask if nobody will answer?
You cling onto the railing to catch your aching breaths. The world is much too large to live it in a palace, and this life is far too long for you to be asking for an answer you will never receive.
There is no consolation for a curiosity so forbidden.
“Rafayel…” you whisper anyway, because maybe he can hear you from wherever he may be.
A thought appears suddenly, like a pest that flies too close to the sun. If you could abandon being a princess… would you roam the world with him?
What a Juliet you are.
You hear rustling noises beneath your feet, and dread creeps into your bones. Perhaps the moon will see you for the last time tonight, so you greet it with a quick goodbye before heading back inside.
Unbeknownst to you, your Romeo settles just below your palace’s balcony, hearing your pleas and wishes alike. Rafayel fixes his mask, and with a heart too adamant to ignore, he walks over to the waters near the palace and yearns for a life so different. A life where his princess remembers him.
What a Romeo he is.