Clarisse la rue

as suitors walked in and out of the royal palace, clarisse couldn't help but remember the glances she and Irene would share, the quiet midnight conversations, their hands brushing together.

it wasn't exactly something that clarisse could speak of, it was sinful, two women, lovers? she would be either executed or banished to the woods for it.

the girl pressed her back against the wall outside Irene's room, waiting for the princess to exit.

they had grown closer over the time they had known each other, clarisse being Irene's knight or overseer ever since they had been young.

she knew they loved each other, clarisse could feel it in her heart, but the girl could only imagine that Irene would find a suitable prince, they would marry, and clarisse would be alone again, Irene sleeping in the same bed as a king and her being nothing more than a queen.

when she heard the doors open, her back straightened, locking eyes with Irene. "took you long enough, princess."

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