//you're gonna be fine//
beatrice knew she (color:"pink")[[[would->would]]] / (color:"yellow")[[[wouldn't->wouldn't]]] beshe had to be.
the coronation was tomorrow.
(checkbox: 2bind $finish,"edit speech")
(checkbox: 2bind $check,"check crown measurements")
(checkbox: 2bind $guest,"go over guest list")
(checkbox: 2bind $sleep,"[get to sleep early]")
(color:"pink")[[[wake up->morning]]]she always messed up anyway.
no matter how much she tried it didn't (color: "red")[**work**]
(color: "pink")[[[stay calm->deep breaths]]] / (color: "yellow")[[[break->panic]]]todays the day!
what's for breakfast?
(color:blue)(cycling-link: "bagel","parfait","waffles","eggs benedict")
(color:"pink")[[[delicious!->dress]]]okay.
what did they always say?
right, in for (color:"pink")[4], hold for (color:"pink")[7], out for (color:"pink")[8]
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only a few minutes
already so tired
maybe she can still (color:"pink")[[look over that speech->sleep]]why does she deserve to be the queen?
she can barely hold herself together, how can she rule a kingdom?
the seems of her night dress were starting to feel constrictive
(color:"red")+(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[a chokehold]
(color:"yellow")[[[tear it->skin]]]a quick glance, much less than she'd like but it'll have to do.
god, she's so tired.
(color:"purple")[[[sleep->morning]]]the fabric tears apart in her hands, the (color:"yellow")[yellow] satin fraying as her eyes filled with tears.
her (color:"red")[nails dug in] to her palms
(color:"yellow")[[[blood->blood]]] / (color:"pink")[[[control->deep breaths]]](color:"red")[red] stains (color:"yellow")[yellow]
the tears push back as she gives in.
//not again, she promised she wouldn't do this anymore//
she could find Harlow. Run away with them. Let this all fade to (color:"pink")[[[memory->run]]]
or, she could (color:"yellow")[[[give in->cut]]]she frantically pulls on a cloak as she opens the window.
Harlow's ship is in the harbor.
She runs barefoot through town before the gaurds know she's gone.
She can be (color:"pink")[free] finally.
Harlow's arms wrap around her tight, but it doesn't feel like a chokehold
it feels like peace
(end)the old razor was still in her nightstand.
it glimmered in the moonlight as she made a decision.
they could find another queen
(color:"pink")[a better one]
(end)(color:"red")[**warning**]: self-harm/suicidal ideation in some paths
[[continue->start]]the gown was stunning, her hair was done in curls atop her head, the crown fit perfectly.
Beatrice shakes slightly as she gives her speech.
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