'She wished to dance.
But they told her it was improper for a princess.
So she had to twirl in the moonlight, dressed in her nightgown. She put on shows for the stars, her feet bare on the wet grass. She danced to no music, only the tune in her head. She left her tiara on her dresser, made sure her parents were fast asleep, and tied her hair with blue ribbon, walking out the door.
It was always dark.
She never minded.
Until the day she fell.
She didn’t realize how hard the cobblestone pathway really was until her leg hit it with a crumbling thud. She was used to moving lightly on her feet, not noticing the heaviness of her surroundings.
She thought she would die there, alone, the echo of the crack of her bone playing again and again in her head. She passed out from the pain, and awoke in her bed.
She thought it was all a dream, from the dancing to the fall, but she saw her foot elevated on a pillow.
She wasn’t allowed to do anything. More than usual.
