alicealamo Alice Alamo

The dinner table I myself made. The rose was the queen's favorite, a courtesy of mine for her funeral, the meat was specifically prepared for the king sitting beside her, and we were all waiting for the little prince to appear, the one supposed to marry me. He didn't, and I watched our majesties laugh until they lost their voices, eating in despair for realizing that they couldn't ever stop, not before they end with their own son, burned and humiliated as they did to the witches of my kingdom.

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