At first she’d thought breaking the curse would be easy. She was already in a hate-relationship, after all. But as the weeks passed and the symptoms only got worse, she started looking at her partner with a new eye, saw how they were just going through the motions.

She hated him. She really did. Didn’t she? When had the spark gone out? When had true hatred turned to lackluster animosity? She wanted to try, to make it work somehow, but she knew she couldn’t, not with the curse hanging over her head like an executioner’s axe.

She had to break up. She had to break up and pray that she could find her one true hate in time, someone who hated her not because she was the princess, but because of who she was as a person, who knew her intimately and hated it all the same. And. That just wasn’t him. Not anymore.