I want to run my fingers through his pelt matted with mud and with blood

I do not want smooth marble castles

I want mortar eaten away by nature

I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot

I want the leaves and bugs in his fur

I want the deer he catches between his teeth

the men he breaks beneath his claws

I want kingdoms to tremble when they hear my name entwined with his

I want my marriage to be a war cry

I do not want to teach him how to be a prince

I want him to teach me how to be a monster.

~ what princesses really want | rebelle society