The Royal Search

King

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. They met randomly and knew right away that it was meant to be. They made plans and shared secrets. He saw parts of her that no one had seen before. She could be herself around him. She fell for him from the start. The girl knew this man was the one for her. He swooped her off her feet and saved her from her past. She gave up her life for him, loved him like no one else. He was her king.

But. Life isn't a fairytale. It's hard to get the happy ending. But she was warned. He had told her that he was a monster. She didn't believe him. She thought he was her angel, coming down from heaven and healing her wounded heart. But, the opposite happened. He ripped her heart apart for good. He tore it, set it on fire, and danced all over the ashes. 

The king had a mistress. He had her for a while. He had two women in his life. One that was bending and molding her life to revolve around him, and one that satisfied his monster. 

The queen found out. Though she knew it all along. There were signs. Signs that she tried to push to the side. She knew. She knew. But she didn't care. Or at least she acted like she didn't. She had sacrificed so much for him already, there was no going back. 

So she fought and fought and fought. But her health started getting worse and worse. She was falling into the dark pit of depression. At one point, she didn't feel pain. She was numb. Numb to the point of creating pain on herself. 

What was she to do? If she left the king, her kingdom would fall apart, and everything that she had done for the king would go to waste. 

So once again, she brushed it to the side. And let depression take over her. It pulled her down and danced all over her, just like the king had done to her heart. 

One day, as she was roaming her thoughts, her guardian angel popped on her shoulder. 

"Queen." she had whispered. "He's playing you."

And those words set a fire in her soul. No longer was she the fragile queen, but the brave knight. Her guardian angel fed her strength. She could do what she felt was impossible. 

She lived for herself. 

She kicked the king out of her kingdom instead of letting him take over. 

She lived.

Now she scouts for her new king; or queen. 

Meanwhile, she's glueing her heart, because over the years she's realized something:

If you're waiting for your prince charming to glue your heart together, you'll be waiting for an eternity. The only person you can trust is yourself and your guardian angel.

Many days and nights passed. Until, one night she sat down and wrote the king a letter:

Dear My Almost Lover,

You did good, and you taught me well. You'd think I hate you, but I don't. I want to thank you. Thank you for teaching me how to heal myself. Because when you turned my heart to dust, I had no choice but to fix it. 

My kingdom is growing without you and I have dug myself out of the pit of depression. 

I still have many things to do.

Like find a king or queen to replace you. But trust me, I have many options.

I hope your mistress not only satisfies your monster, but molds and bends her life around you as well. Just like I once did. 

I threw away my promise ring, because I promise you nothing. Instead I've bought myself another ring. 

I call it my freedom ring.

Because I was once reserved... but now I'm free.