The princess drawn blood from her leg, pouring the blood onto white roses, turning them red. 'Mother, I got the flowers you were asking for." she spoke in her british accent. Her mother took them, placing them in a vace.
The dining room being huge. The princess went back to her room. Her sheets on her bed were red. She certainly had everything, but she had no good thoughts on life. She lied down on her red flowered bed.
She plucked flowers from her pillow.
She threw them on the ground, frustrated and melancholy. She looked out her window, opening it, tears running down her red cheeks. She got the window opened, her mother opened her door and gasped, her mother running over to her.
The princess slipped out the window, falling to her death. Her mother running down the spiral stair case, flowers falling from every corner. Her mother got to her body.
Having everything doesn't mean you're happy.
YOU ARE READING
the goblin book
Fantasy'she slayed the goblins, in pride and joy' published- 9•1•20 this is my perception of reality
