part 4

As the years went by, the princess grew into a young woman, her transformation subtle yet striking. Her once golden locks gradually turned a full, snowy white, a stark contrast to her youthful appearance. Her eyes, however, remained a piercing shade, filled with a mix of kindness and an unsettling intensity.

The princess's demeanor was a paradox - she could be gentle and compassionate one moment, and then veer into darkness, her mood shifting like the wind. Her smile could light up a room, but her frown could send shivers down the spine.

princess beauty captivating those around her.

The Queen watched over her daughter with a mix of concern and fascination, trying to understand the mysterious forces that seemed to shape her daughter's life.

The princess entered the Queen's chamber with a bright smile on her face.

PRINCESS: I find you everywhere, Mother...

The Queen walked towards her and enveloped her in a warm hug.

QUEEN: (smiling) We were just discussing some matters, dear.

The princess's gaze shifted to the King, who stood nearby.

PRINCESS: (curious) What are you talking with Father?

The King approached her, a serious expression on his face.

KING: We're talking about your marriage, my dear.

The princess's smile faltered, and she looked at her parents with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The princess's gaze drifted away, her voice barely above a whisper.

PRINCESS: Who would marry me? No one. Everyone hates me...

The King's words were laced with a mix of hope and concern.

KING: I hope someone will marry you. Maybe because of your marriage, your curse will break.

The princess's response was immediate and vehement.

PRINCESS: No, I don't want to marry.

PRINCESS: (screaming) No one wants to marry me!

In a sudden, violent motion, the mirrors in the room shattered, shards of glass scattering everywhere. The princess's outburst seemed to have unleashed a dark energy, and the atmosphere in the room became charged with tension.

The King and Queen exchanged a worried glance, their faces etched with concern for their daughter's well-being.

The Queen took a step towards her daughter, concern etched on her face, but the princess's reaction was swift and unexpected. With a sudden push, the princess sent the Queen tumbling to the floor, the sound of her fall echoing through the room.

As the princess realized what she had done, her expression shifted from anger to horror. She rushed towards her mother, her voice filled with anguish.

PRINCESS: (desperate) Ahhh, Mother! I'm sorry... I... really...

Tears streamed down her face as she reached out to her mother, but instead of staying to help the Queen, she turned and ran towards her chamber, her sobs echoing through the hallway.

The Queen, still on the floor, looked up, a mix of pain and sadness on her face as she watched her daughter disappear into her room.

The Queen's eyes locked onto the King, her gaze filled with a mix of pain, anger, and accusation.

QUEEN: (tearfully) It's all because of you... the witch gave this curse to our princess because of you.

The King's expression faltered, and he took a step back, as if the weight of the Queen's words had physically pushed him away.

The Queen's words poured out in a sob, her body shaking with grief and rage.

QUEEN: (crying) You... you brought this upon our daughter...

The King's face contorted in anguish, and he reached out a hand, as if to comfort the Queen, but she pushed him away, her tears falling like rain.

...----------------other side ...

The princess lay on her bed, her body shaking with sobs. She gazed up at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

PRINCESS: (screaming at herself) Why didn't I control my powers? Why not?!

Her voice was laced with frustration, anger, and despair. She stared at her reflection, her eyes blazing with tears.

PRINCESS: (accusingly) No one loves me. Everyone's scared of me.