Princesses

Once upon a time, there was a princess that lived in the most beautiful of all the kingdoms in the world. Harvests flourished, the people fat and jolly, everything was simply perfect-- Except for the princess. The lavish princess clothed in the most expensive silks, donned with the most beautiful accessories walked through the kingdom by her lonesome self and discovered her dead lover, a poor servant boy, a mere commoner, sprawled across the kingdom hall ripped to shreds by swords and maces. The exuberant decor of the walls, floors, ceilings, everything, clashed with the torn rags stained with dirt and crimson. The poor girl, she held back her screams and choked on her tears because her affairs and relationship with the dead boy couldn't be rumored about by the public, the court, her father. She allowed herself one last embrace and then stepped away from the corpse to return to her chambers. Sitting quietly, she thought of him and the dark hole that tore into her heart. She knew that she couldn't live without him; everything she saw reminded her of him: the dark shadowy curtains which resembled his luscious locks of hair, the disheveled bed which signified her infidelity, and his scent that she concocted in her mind seemed to invoke memories that she so dearly cherished. She knew that she did not have long, not without him.
Turning her head, she laid her eyes on the window that revealed the endless blue sky, the green hills, the hearty villagers. She pushed the window open and leaned out when a swooping sparrow caught her eye. Her eyes followed its path and  then she reached an arm towards  the bird. She wasn't close enough, so she continued to lean forward even more.
Then a rush of air pushed against her body; she closed her eyes and released both her arms. She was flying, flying into the arms of her love.