being born and raised in a castle, the first-born prince was not entirely adept with labor and was having a difficult time making both ends meet. the young wife didn't like the idea of her husband coming to the castle to ask for provisions from the queen so she did her best to cope with the expenses of a growing family by doing labor herself. they were still summoned to the castle on occasions, though, but the regular distance between them spared her from further discomfort.years went by and the son of the first-born prince led a normal life--that of a commoner. their home was no castle but to his mother, he was every inch a prince.
to herself, the young wife knew that the first-born prince was missing the luxurious and carefree life he had. she felt his growing discontent and indifference about being obligated to a family and desperation of wanting to get out of it. the young wife on the other hand was evolving into some kind of person--the totally-independent-from-the-spouse kind.
eventually, the first-born prince sought for ways of escape... in the arms of other princesses.
the young wife took him back each time he would return home. out of love? could be... out of commitment? probably... out of wanting to make it through the end? maybe.
but the young wife was almost sure that something was about to end... that thing between them that was probably never meant to be and seemingly doomed from the start.
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