I haven't written anything in a long time. Whee.

It is an inevitable sadness that passes her face.

She knows it isn't going to happen, though she always has a small flickering hope. Yet the hope does nothing to shake off reality. She wants to let out how she feels, but the queen cannot cry.

With him, time seems to stop - meeting him for the first time as she fled from her home, his strong features reassuring her - running through the woods, flushed and happy - walking through the town, picking supplies together - conquering the throne and walking out hand in hand

- but time does not stop, and there is no going back.

She cannot shape her destiny, she is queen. And any fantasy of running away is only overturned by her sense of duty. Yet she also cannot force his own world to change into the court where he cannot belong.

She cannot see into his heart, she cannot see into the future and change it.

This is her inevitable sadness.

... maybe I'll post it up. Ah whatever...

... I should go and do all of those memes.