iii. PARIS: Distance

Paris's POV:

I was dumbstruck by how beautiful she is. She was wearing a flowy white dress with the royal robe flying on her shoulders, red like her beautiful lips I longed to kiss.

I shouldn't feel this way towards her, she will be crowned queen today, the distance between me and her will just continue to be insurmountable.

I wish I can deceive myself into thinking that she is my queen, just the kingdom's queen, and that is that. But when I look at her, when our eyes finally meet as she told me to rise to my feet.

I felt myself buckling under, her lips, the one I thirst for. Can she read all these thoughts? Can she hear all these silent prayers?

The queen walked past me, and I was the fool who she didn't even give a second glance at. But then just a few steps away from me, and she turned, our eyes meeting once again.