Once upon a time he had been that boy.
His hand entangled with hers as she ruled the school with a Prada purse held in the other.
She chooses the toad over all her kingdom. She falls and rises again as he knew she would. Her skill for backstabbing a delicate art in her hands and some part of him fills with pride.
He never does turn into a prince she loves him anyways. Old worn jeans and raggedy shirt she throws her arms around him.
Once upon a time he broke her majesty’s heart.