Just Out of Reach
They had lived in the watchtower for a bit now. She had moved in her keepsakes, and there was something somewhat comforting about it. It was a little room, just big enough for the things they needed.
She'd always waited for a prince. Paul was no prince, and the watchtower was no castle, but there were enough scraps of happiness in stones of the walls to keep away longing.
She'd always dreamed of happiness, and waited patiently for it to come. She stood watching the tower burn with everything she'd owned inside.
She would have to wait a while longer for her happiness.
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