So you are my prize, he said, and smiled
He reached forward to touch her hair, but she
Stepped back, and watched him fearlessly
He with his armour and fresh-cleaned sword
No, she said. I am a person.
Your prize was to wed me yes, but see
It's now up to us where we go from here
What partnership we make (or break)
If this will end as a tragedy
Or a love story.
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(A/N: My head canon for all the women dispensed as rewards in stories. And I hope this is true for at least some of the ones treated this way in real life too).
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The Fairytale Wakes
PoetryOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.
