Once upon a time she reigned. She was the princess of the Tinkle Palace. She was adored, she was loved, and she was respected. She believed to spend her being there in peace and bliss. Oh! The foolish girl had no idea. Arrangements were already made for her departure.

            What a gloomy day it was, when she left the palace. However, they were optimistic about her future. The new palace they chose had colossal prosperity. Little did they know about the wicked workings of the other castle.


            In the shrouded chambers, they mocked her esteem. They remoulded her outlook of the world she knew. She was often hushed and humiliated. The days spent at the Tinkle became a fantasy she can’t live anymore. Nevertheless she endured for the sanity of the new ties she had formed there.

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” 
― Ned VizziniIt’s Kind of a Funny Story


            One grim morning she looked out of her window. The sky was murky and a thin drizzle was falling. She recollected her days in Tinkle and whimpered quietly, all alone. Those moments might never return. ENDURE !! That’s what the other girls are doing here and she must do the same.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” 
― Laurell K. HamiltonMistral’s Kiss

            “She has hidden the agony. She has suppressed the drops. She is withholding the rage. The twinkle in her eyes is just a camouflage. Her tranquil gazes are nothing but a veil of her inner turmoil.”



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