"Wouldn't they look charming against your lace?" The seamstress placed a necklace on the young princess.
The Princess glared at her reflection. She hated the necklace, she hated the lace, she hated everything.
She did not want to be a princess but a watchmaker. She loved the little gears. She loved the ticking of the second hand as it count the seconds.
She didn't want the glamour or fame. She had enough. Something inside her snapped.
She dismissed the seamstress and closed the door. She peeled everything off and changed pair of brown pants and a loose white shirt. She hid her hair with a light brown paperboy hat.
She opened the window and slipped into the night.
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