As long as I have her, and she has me, we can take on anything together. Broken and battered and bruised – she is it for me, and I can only hope that I’m enough for her. The Flawed Princess and her Bloody Prince – we’re a tale not many know about, but maybe one day they will. Maybe someone will write our story onto pages, and if they do, I wonder if it’ll resonate with those who read it. Not every love story is inked in blood, but mine and Cignette’s is. And it’s okay, because it’s our misshaped reality – the only one we know. The only one we’ll always know.
