She was special. She dwelled in the heart of the palace, her own quarters filled with riches and servants. She wore jewels of unimaginable value brought in from all corners of the world, crafted by the best artisans. She was the chosen one, above all others who dwelled in the heart of the palace. Soon her beauty would change. Soon another would become the chosen one. Soon… She felt it in the barely visible wrinkles on her face, in the white hairs she plucked out, one or two, stubbornly. She knew. Soon she would be faced with loneliness in that special, rich, unchosen heart of the palace.