clararity
He was not one to be fond of art galleries, but she made them interesting. She would point out every interesting and symbolic aspect to him, and suddenly it all made sense. He never understood them on his own, but with her, art galleries made sense.
She was hoping, no, she was lusting, that someone would see her misery. She longed for that more than any tangible thing anyone could possibly offer. And they offered plenty, her being a princess. But all she wanted was to be seen, fully and clearly, as humans all want to be seen.