I watch her in her room, playing with her makeup, speaking to her toys as though they're going to respond. How ridiculous!
She acts as though she doesn't belong where she is, she dreams of places and worlds she has never visited, yet that she longs for, as though she was never offered the chance to leave the life she loathes.
I gave her the chance to escape. I moved the stars for her and she denied me. At the very end, when I thought I had offered her the very thing she begged me for, she denied me.
She claims I have "no power" over her... Yet every night she dreams of me. Every night I hold her in my arms and we dance - the masquerade masks, the music, the life for which she yearns, all within her grasp.... All she has to do is say her right words.
I have given her so much already and even though... No. In spite of her denying me, I have given her everything.
I have given her the power. The power to bend me to her whim. All she has to do is speak the words that will bring me to her once more, the words that will, once more, enslave me to her.
But she's making me wait.
And so I will. One doesn't become the King of the Goblins without learning patience, of course.
In time she will see that I am right. In time she will call for me.
She has no choice for I am hers and she is mine. Forever.
Written for the #FoEWritingChallenge
An homage to/story follow-on from my favourite movie.