When I poise myself to smile and simper, your bitter shadow fills my mouth and makes me shudder. When I ascend the steps to my royal quarters, I trip on the memory of your presence by my side. When I lay in bed, artfully sprawled across the velvet sheet, your forceful weight crushes my limbs and my lungs. When my eyelids flutter shut, intent on transporting me to dream-land, all I see is your divine, ethereal face. When I fall in love, I am eager to forget and begin anew with my sweet knight in disguise, but your crestfallen expression slows my pace.
I may be free of you and your enchantment, your enthralling spell, but by the gods, Villain - I couldn't protect it all, and so you have stolen my grace.