Promt: the queen who fell in love with the fool
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Every day she was surrounded by people whose faces she hardly recognized, in a world where names were more important than souls and where the curtain never dropped, the masks were never taken off.
She was the center of that world, and at the same time, a soul lost in the crowd.
He was a flash of color in her black and white world.
His visit brought laughter and joy, or at least the illusion of what it would be like to be happy. She dreamed to stay and live that illusion, but she knew that she was a prisoner of her own name.
He looked at her sadly behind his mask. She was his muse, a brightly colored bird whose wings had been cut off, trapped in a cage of gold and put on display.
But he, who dragged shackles on his feet, dreamed of the day of seeing her smile. At least once.