Fictitious

Her dress fluttered around her ankles as she swept from the room
Outside she led her trail of silk and a scent of roses
The flowers were swaying in the breeze, their buds in full bloom
Carriages filled with lace and doused in her perfume

The chariot lead her down the road and near the rushing pond
Stone and rubble line the dark and quiet streets
She could hear the birds call out but there was no one to respond
And continued to stare out into the empty world beyond

Once she repainted her lips and untangled her chestnut hair
She stepped down from her horse-driven ride
Thoughts raced about turning back, but she did not dare
Just one more night and she would be done with this wretched affair

The room was ablaze with the torches and candles lining the hall
Her head was held high and her smile was fabricated
She knew she must charm, bewitch, and enthrall
But no matter how hard she tried, she always felt so small