Princess's Game

A fire left my sister's mind frozen at seven years old. The whole family had to play along with her make-believe games. Mom was the gentle queen. My brother was the dashing knight. And me? I had to strap on thirty-pound leg weights and play the wicked cripple. Then I met my boyfriend. He gently unbuckled the weights from my legs, murmuring with ache in his voice. "Selina, from now on, I'll only be good to you."