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Emma's Winter
Princess Emma stood on the cold, stone balcony of her castle, overlooking the snow-blanketed rooftops of her kingdom. Winter had arrived in full splendor, and the air shimmered with a quiet magic that only the falling snow could bring. The world below was hushed, wrapped in a blanket of silver and white, and for Emma, this was the one season when the relentless weight of royalty lifted, if only for a moment.
The snow fell gently, like whispered confessions of the sky, each flake delicate as lace and unique as the stories she carried in her heart. Emma adored the snow; it was her solace, her escape. In its cold embrace, the memories of her past seemed to stir and awaken, painting vivid pictures in her mind of a time before duty and expectation overshadowed her days.
As she leaned against the frosted stone wall, her long black gown glimmering faintly with the snowflakes that dared to rest on its intricate beadwork, Emma let her thoughts wander to simpler times. She remembered running barefoot as a child in the castle gardens, her golden hair glinting in the sunlight. Her laughter would echo across the courtyard, free and untamed, as her mother chased her with a warmth in her eyes that felt like the summer sun. But those days had long melted away.
Now, her world was one of decorum and alliances, of decisions that bore the weight of thousands of lives. The castle loomed large behind her, its gothic spires piercing the pale sky, a stark reminder of her responsibilities. Yet, when the snow fell, it softened everything, even the stern edges of her reality. It muffled the clamor of the court and dulled the expectations that followed her like a shadow. The snow, with its silent poetry, brought her peace.
A flicker of orange light from a nearby window caught her eye. Inside the castle, the fireplaces burned bright, their flames crackling against the stone hearths. But Emma preferred the chill of the winter night. Out here, under the falling snow, she felt alive. She stretched her hand out into the night, letting the snowflakes melt on her warm skin. Each one was a fleeting moment, ephemeral and perfect, a reminder that even the smallest things held beauty.
The kingdom below seemed to glow softly in the evening light, the rooftops glistening like they were brushed with diamonds. Lanterns lined the narrow streets, their golden light flickering as the wind whispered through the alleys. From somewhere far below, a faint melody reached her ears-the song of a street musician braving the cold. It tugged at her heart, filling her with a bittersweet longing she couldnโt quite name.
She sighed, her breath misting in the air. โIf only life could be like this snow,โ she murmured to herself. โFalling gently, settling softly, disappearing quietly.โ
In that moment, Emma wasnโt a princess bound by duty. She was simply a woman, standing in the snow, embracing the stillness of winter and the nostalgia it brought. As the snowflakes continued their silent descent, she let herself dream, if only for a little while, of a life where she could be free, where the snow could carry her burdens away and leave only the simple joy of being alive.
And so she stood there, her figure framed by the stone arches of the castle and the endless winter sky, a portrait of quiet resilience against the storms of life. For as long as the snow fell, Emma found solace in its fleeting beauty, and for as long as she could feel its touch, she would keep dreaming.
Yesterday I was entering my quiet room. I read these words when it was raining and the air was thick, and I was near the window ๐น. I stayed up with this wonderful piece until after midnight. Hugs, greetings and roses
โคOnce again I get lost in these words. As if I were part of this story
Very wonderful, keep it up, we are with you
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