When she had first become Princess, she thought it would all be luxurious fun. Indeed, she was given a beautiful suite of rooms, even if it was all done up in pink, her least favorite color. She was given expensive clothes to wear, even if they were all clumsy dresses. Most impressively, she was given a large staff to respond to her every need, even if they did spend half of the day dressing her up and fussing with her hair.
Their excuse for spending all that time on her hair was that she refused to so much as comb it herself. That was, because, ever since she had changed into a Princess, the thought of looking in a mirror made her uncomfortable, and she absolutely refused to do so. Even when she passed by a reflective surface, she quickly looked away.
Their excuse for spending all that time on her hair was that she refused to so much as comb it herself. That was, because, ever since she had changed into a Princess, the thought of looking in a mirror made her uncomfortable, and she absolutely refused to do so. Even when she passed by a reflective surface, she quickly looked away.
I wasn't me anymore. I stared at the woman in the mirror, and watched her expression go blank, and the color drain from her face until the streaks of dirt looked like gouges in marble. I watched her mouth press into a thin, bloodless line. I watched her small fists clench, and her arms tremble.
I whispered to her, 'Stop it.'
I saw tears leaking from her wide staring eyes. I watched them trail across her cheeks and felt them burning my skin.
I whispered to her, 'Stop it.'
I saw tears leaking from her wide staring eyes. I watched them trail across her cheeks and felt them burning my skin.
— Dragon Princess
"Got a cock, huh? 'S nice, isn't it. Enjoy it, man. Never know when it'll just disappear."
— Kass Akoll, Out-of-Placers (here
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