Rival’s Kingdom ( It’s a bit weird... )

Rival looked down at the town below the castle, smiling. Everything looked perfect... No chaos, no sadness. Everyone was happy. The little kids outside of the schoolhouse were happy to listen to the elder's stories of "battle," the women by the river were happy to have new arrivals coming soon, the new parents were happy to be holding their new child in their arms, everyone was happy. Rival sighed with relief as he turned towards the door. A servant had just opened the door, looking at him with a small, forever smile.

"May I help you, miss?" Rival asked.

"Your highness, it's the queen."

Rival found his legs moving towards the door.

"Which room is she in?" He asked, faltering to find out where she was.

The servant smiled. "Your highness, she's in the west wing."

Rival quickly ran to meet his wife up in the west wing.

'Everything is perfect, everything is perfect, everything is perfect,' he reminded himself with a big smile.

He soon got to the west wing, bursting through the door to see the queen, his wife, holding a baby. But... Something was wrong with them. They were smiling, both more perfect than the beautiful sunsets that repeated every night, more perfect than the village below. He paused, noticing his wife's cheeks. They used to be so full of blush, now they were pale. The baby and her were as still as the stone on the table.

Everything is perfect. All smiles, no visible pain, everything was perfect and the same every day. Everything is perfect until that day, when the queen decided that she had had enough of perfectness...

Now nothing is perfect. Nothing in the world is perfect, and Rival finally new that. Having learned the hard way.

Everything was perfect...