Notes

All she knew was the greens and blues from the windows. A harmonized ballroom within which she accompanied herself. Sunlight flickered off shades uncomplimentary to her skin, with no mirror to view the truth.

The sunlight she knew was flashy and bright - blindingly white, where her vision turned blurred and faded. All were comfortable in one ballroom, where the shades danced along to her moonlight,

Until the moonlight had no room for blindspots caused by the white flashing sunlights - seemingly ideal until all color code was lost with the mellow familiarity.

And so, entered his majesty. Her moonlight shone upon the hazel sunset in her presence. How dare she exclude the color of his skin only a shade lighter than hers. Brown as the walls, brown as the floor beneath her feet, where nothing but white sunlight bounced off and went array.

And so, he complemented everything but her certainty. How dare her view of princes be so narrow to the green as grass, and blue as sky. When her heartstrings tugged toward the brute.

A brute with features created to crush her; only for her to be crushed beneath her feelings. She sees her moonlight over the sunset consisting of hazel and shades of brown.

How did he turn raven from a void to emerging beauty through the twinkle? She did not know how he dared, but she dared to spend the rest of her life to find out the mystery

The mystery of his majesty, who draped the curtains over the window; only for her moonlight to never see shades of white, green, and blue evermore
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The one

Moonlight had twirled in the solace of her own space without craning her neck up. Tall and a brute, the one to stop in her tracks. Never had she thrown a second glance at Raven or tasted caramelized lips.

For he was an enigma. A blunder of exposure moonlight never thought of. A widened ballroom opened before her without her daring to explore more.

How does a raven stand broadly tall, with features dipped in cotton candy softness? Hands capable of swinging a bat but softly batting his eyelashes.

Ravens called

The Raven's glare grazes its features, where the moonlight reveals the kindest beam outranking any sunlight. The almighty turned water into wine, and the Raven turned numbers into infinity

- one she wanted with him. Suddenly, she was out of the ballroom - without ever wanting to look at the polarized greens and blues, or be blinded by the white rays.