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This came with a little story thing:

One day I dreamt I was a princess.

Dancing through marbled rooms and singing with songs of old.
I thought it would be wise to wait for a prince.
Dashing and brave and head over heels in love with me,
the little princess dancing in gilded halls.

Then

I wanted to be a Queen.
I no longer danced but sat in the library reading away my days.
I no longer sung…how could someone so much in pain sing of old love stories?
I knew it was not wise to wait for a man who would never come.
He was a handsome thing carved out of magic and lore.

He was in love with me.

The little princess I once was never saw him.
She continued to dance away out of his grasping arms.

How stupid was she.

She who wished for love that would break time and bend worlds to its will?
She waited for a man clear eyed riding on a steed of sunlight and beating hooves of gold.
Now the Queen I am is waiting for a man.
Brought on wings of silver and eyes of midnight.
A creature which would never be riding something of sun.
A man that would never eclipse me again.

I wanted to be a Queen.

I will now wait until time falls, crumbling and broken for my next chance at him.

I will have to catch the moonlight and make him my King.

I want to be a Queen.

***
Both the story and sketch are mine white the character is not.

Description
This came with a little story thing:

One day I dreamt I was a princess.

Dancing through marbled rooms and singing with songs of old.
I thought it would be wise to wait for a prince.
Dashing and brave and head over heels in love with me,
the little princess dancing in gilded halls.

Then

I wanted to be a Queen.
I no longer danced but sat in the library reading away my days.
I no longer sung…how could someone so much in pain sing of old love stories?
I knew it was not wise to wait for a man who would never come.
He was a handsome thing carved out of magic and lore.

He was in love with me.

The little princess I once was never saw him.
She continued to dance away out of his grasping arms.

How stupid was she.

She who wished for love that would break time and bend worlds to its will?
She waited for a man clear eyed riding on a steed of sunlight and beating hooves of gold.
Now the Queen I am is waiting for a man.
Brought on wings of silver and eyes of midnight.
A creature which would never be riding something of sun.
A man that would never eclipse me again.

I wanted to be a Queen.

I will now wait until time falls, crumbling and broken for my next chance at him.

I will have to catch the moonlight and make him my King.

I want to be a Queen.

***
Both the story and sketch are mine white the character is not.