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I never asked for this, I never asked to be wedded to this mad man of a prince. I could hear the mocking whispers of the ladies in waiting and the noble court ladies of how they think I won the prince's favor by sleeping with him.

I never wanted his favor, I was happy just being a simple and easily forgettable maid in the palace. Earning my usual coin, Write books for the public on the side, and returning home to my lover, ex-fiance, Shoto. A quiet and Alouf boy, but kind and caring in his actions. A butler of the prince, at first clumsy at times. It was like this was the first time he had ever done work, but he got better with practice and patients. As we grew closer, more and more trials starting popping up. One day Prince Izuku demoted Shoto to the basic janitor and made me his personal maid. Yet that never stopped us.

The prince was nice and all, but he was never the same after his fiance and betrothed passed away of illness. One, many of the maids who work close to the prince had one or two similar features to his previous love. Two most of his other marriages were short-lived, and many of those unfortunate women all looked similar in looks to his first love. Once Izuku's honeymoon phase finally stops clouding his mind, he becomes disappointed and frustrated at how this new wife was not like "Her". And depending on him 2 of his other wives were beheaded, while the other was divorced. The prince is forever stuck in his delusions. Many co-workers and Shoto himself pointed out that that I looked strikingly similar to the princess.

Yet my stupid self didn't take those warnings seriously, I noticed the way the prince stared at me for a bit too long. How he was a bit more touchy with me than most. I tried to keep my distance from him. Yet he always used his powers in some way to pull me towards him.

Shoto and I were going to tie the knot when suddenly Izuku ordered "Our" marriage. A week before the wedding, Izuku ordered Y/n to cut all ties with Shoto, or he would do it personally.

So this is how we ended up here Shoto.

You know I love you, boy

In every single way

Though I love you, boy

I'll miss you every day

Y/n breathed shakily as she wrote those words down on the parchment.

Y/n sniffled as tears threatened to fall down her face.

Her hand froze as if begging and refusing to write what she was about to say next.

I

Y/n's mind started to play out a scene where she would simply walk up to the king and shout,

But as she thought about it, reality crashed in and it felt like a slap of cold wet reality was dropped on her.

So I sent that letter to my love

Got married to the king

Became the one who survived

I've told you about my life

The final wife

But why should that story

Be the one I have to sing about

Just to win? I'm out

That's not my story

There's so much more

Remember that I was a writer

I wrote books and psalms and meditations

Fought for female education

So all my women could independently

Study scripture

I even got a woman to paint my picture

Why can't I tell that story?

'Cause in history

I'm fixed as one of six

And without him

I disappear

We all disappear

As Y/n sat in her camber as Izuku slept in a heavy sleep, she could hear a faint sound calling out to her. Slowly she slipped out of the bed and made her way to the window, and at the bottom of the tower was Shoto. With a wagon and supplies, all packed away. He said he was about to head onto the boat, to head to a faraway kingdom, somewhere far away from Izuku.