lj idol season nine | week 15 | 918 words
It is not easy to live under a curse. The threat of tragedy looms overhead, never forgotten. The sweetest moments of childhood are muted when one knows the future that awaits, and every happy thought or feeling must be stored in memory against the terrible day when it all becomes for naught.
I was that cursed child, a king's daughter in a lovely, lesser-known realm near the outermost edge of the Dark Forest. My days were spent in the palace gardens amid the grass and flowers, or down at the stables where the horses soon learned the sound of my voice. My mother was kind and beautiful, my father wise, and they watched me with melancholy smiles and embraced me as often with hesitation as with almost-suffocating adoration.
They had no other children, and they had yearned many years for me with a mixture of fervor and obsession.
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