To Clyde, she was perfect—had always been perfect, and would always be perfect. Yet he knew what everyone else knew: the Princess was not quite right.
He didn’t know what it was and speculated often, but it didn’t matter; he loved her regardless and wanted always to be there for her. In a way, he liked that she was a little off, because no one else ever saw how truly amazing she was.
Her hair was a blonde, tangled mess, yet somehow perfectly imperfect. Her eyes were large and brown, reflecting both happiness and an intense, quiet loneliness. Her smile and laugh were delightful, but oddly, it was her slightly oversized nose that Clyde found most irresistible.
He had always known she was his princess—but the reverse was not true.