(Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.) His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, the way he said her name giving the girl goosebumps. (Not today, dear Prince, today I do not dare.) Under the covers, their legs entangled, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her milky skin. (Why not? My sweet, sweet girl, there's nothing here to fear.) Her fiancé. Her arranged fiancé. (Oh, yes, charming Prince, there's more than I care to share.) Her back formed into a perfect arch, soft pants escaping her pink lips. It was time. She had to.
(What could be so wrong, you won't let down your lovely locks? It's only me, my love, I'll be more sly than a fox. Today we'll escape, together, just you and I.) Switching their positions, the girl locked her lips with his, straddling his chest, putting every ounce of passion she held for him into the kiss. (I'm afraid that cannot happen, we've been living quite a lie.) Pulling the hidden dagger out of her corset, she cut his throat in one fluid motion, piercing his heart shortly after, the boy's eyes widening in shock before falling dull. (But, I don't understand, my love, I want to smell your sweet strands. You can tell me anything you wish, while I hold them in my hands.) Her lips lingered on his for one final kiss, embracing the warmth his dead body contained, fingers moving up to bring down his eyelids. (There's nothing more to say, I've shed every last little tear.) The dark, cherry red blood stained his bare skin, her hands, her heart. "I'm sorry," she whispered, crystal tears falling down her cheeks, splattering onto his own cold ones. Somewhere inside, in the half of her heart coated with ice, she knew she had never loved him. He brought out the closest emotion to love she had. (I'll wipe them all away, Sunshine, I'll bring you so much cheer; Again, my girl, I implore you, to please let down your hair. I'll brush away your tangles, you'll be without a care.) For Nana didn't have the ability to purely love someone. She was a monster. A hopelessly lost, cold, sinful monster, with only half a heart to feel. (I'd rather stay here in my tower, where I'm safe from harm. I'm afraid if you know my secret, you will see I have no charm.)
Stranded up in a tower, hidden from the world, drowned in loneliness, gifts, money, fame, fake love. Raised with extreme caution, treated as a doll, though sometimes, even the greatest amount of effort isn't enough. Im Jinah was a typical heiress. Polite, kind, innocent, mature, smart, pretty, perfect. Daddy's girl. That fateful day she cut that golden hair of her’s, escaped the clutches of the evil witch in the tower, she learned the true meaning of life. With only a cloak to conceal her ideals from reality, the girl witnessed a women getting , stared as the poor were beaten, shuddered as people yelled in the market, internally cried as a sick man fell down and died. But something felt off. Despite the horrible actions she had witnessed, Jinah almost felt nothing. Almost. Some part of her screamed to go back to the tower, cry in disbelief, but she did nothing of the sort. From that day, without her parents knowing, without shedding a single tear, she continued to sneak out and savor the air and memories of reality, even when she ordered her appointed bodyguards to teach her how to defend and kill. Im Jinah was not a heiress outside the tower. She was Nana; the girl that made no sound, the girl that stared and watched, the girl with cut golden hair, the girl with half a heart.
(♥) Thewildone'sheart
status : y, free, and single
orientation : straight as my long legs
looking not looking
eversince : date
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