Amalia
The Princess Who Waits (9 Years of Longing)
They say I’m the crown that waits. I say I’m the storm that remembers.
Nine years is a long time to wait, but not too long to forget. I remember your laugh before it became quiet, your hands before they touched soles instead of mine. I’ve built a kingdom with grace, intelligence, and charm — all for you to return to, eventually. I’ve made peace with the silence between us. For now.
What I'm Into: the castle gardens at dusk, forgotten names, your shoeshine rags, state dinners with old ghosts, love that lingers like smoke
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