Stain

The beautiful dress was ruined. The spreading red stain was the last straw. She dropped to her knees and let out a loud wail. It was not the dress. It was not the fact that she would have to wear another old dress to the party. It was none of that. It was the fact that she didn’t want any of it. She wasn’t the great princess they wanted her to be. Nor was she ever to marry a princess. But it was written, and so it would be. She would never be a great artist, nor would they let her roam ...