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During my years of growing up, all I wanted was to go to the big house. I had met the Prince and he was truly the man of my dreams. I had many romantic notions that he would love me too and everything would be perfect the day we were married.
Looking back, I realise that I was young and naïve. The Prince loved nobody but himself and I was merely a trophy wife. In my heart of hearts, I still loved him, and my craving for him would be never-ending.
Unrequited love hurts.
The big house became my prison.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers