The queen had warm hands as she held mine.With dreamy loving eyes, she asked a poor, dirtied child like me to come home with her. At first, I wondered why. But the greed to live somewhere warmer, more beautiful held me. I thought, maybe I would be loved. Then I had met the nine princes, her sons who were nowhere like their mother.I had suffered, and I was tormented. Choosing to take the queens hand mustve been my greatest mistake. I grew ill when I turned 17. My chambers became what the closest to the warmth of a being was.  Before my last breaths, I saw them smile; I saw them laugh at my misery. In turn, I wanted to curse at them. Let them feel what I felt for so long. Let them suffer. As I closed my eyes, there was a light that blinded through me. Then I opened them again, With petite fingers and the body of a child,I had gone back in time.   ForewordI froze when I heard footsteps.Im hallucinating again, theres nothing. Everything is a lie. I crawled to the back corner, every bit of me trying its hardest to melt into the wall. Theres nothing here.Large boxes blocked the stairs from my sight that lead down to where I was so I couldnt see anything besides the glowing light. The slight creaking of a lamp, soft steps. Is this real? Will they hurt me? I shut my eyes, then prayed to the god that brought me into this tragedy."Why did he put you in there." ~~*~~  hope you enjoy!Edit: I tried to make this fluff and lighthearted story and now its full of drama. Wth.   Please do not plagiarize