But then she was busy saving herself from her own demons. She was busy fighting her own battles. She was tangled in the intricate web of life that she did not even notice that the prince had arrived. Had she known that he was going to be here, she would've fixed her hair. Worn a beautiful dress. A little make-up would've been fine. But she was a mess. And the Prince fell in love with her sans the dress or the make-up. He fell in love with her passion and ideas. He was happy celebrating her beauty in the simplicity. She was simple. For him, she was truly beautiful. A woman.
