The year is 1960. Princess Josephine Anna Maria Price of America has her whole life laid out before her eyes. She is the heir apparent to the Imperial throne of the largest superpower the world has ever seen, stretching across six of the seven conti...
The dim sun streamed through the large paned window, disturbing my rest. But on a day like this, I could care less. On Christmas morning, my inner child side was released and I loved it. Loved the sound and feeling of wrapping paper tearing off packages, loved the feeling of fishing my hand into a stocking and grasping a mystery item. Besides my birthday, Christmas was one of the best days of the year and nothing could ever ruin that for me.
I threw the thick blankets aside and swung my legs over the side of the mattress. I was quite enjoying the large rustic cabin the locals had set up for me. Local villagers were always so kind, never seeming to sympathize with the rebels. However, the rebels did make us fight for this village, and it cost many more men.
I stood up, and my white nightgown fell to my feet, preventing any part of me from chilling in the terrible cold. By now, the nearby lake had completely frozen over and the temperature barely exceeded ten degrees. Luckily the locals had been making warm coats for the two weeks we had been here and they were warm enough to sustain us and keep us warm enough to survive.
I walked over to the dresser, made of rustic oak wood. My uniform was neatly folded on top, having been freshly washed and steamed by a local laundromat. I placed the hat aside and stripped out of my nightgown and spent no haste getting into the uniform. I pulled the sleeves down and fastened my black gloves snugly around my fingers on both hands. Then I turned to the mirror where I adjusted the tie just above my heart. Satisfied that I looked somewhat presentable for the troops, I grabbed my hat and steadily lowered it onto my scalp where it rested comfortably. I turned back around and grabbed the thick fur coat that had been made for me.
I felt the soft elk fur that matched my uniform, thanking the innocent elk for keeping me warm with its sacrifice. I slid it over my shoulders and my back shuddered with warmth and I instantly relaxed. Oh my, it felt so good... and it holds up against the snow and cold as well!
I left the cabin, making sure to lock the door behind me. Village bells rang as powdery snow dusted the dirt street. Children dashed by and laughed, playing in the nearly empty streets. Women took care in bringing the laundry indoors and men greeted each other on the doorsteps. What a truly jolly time to be alive! I turned down and walked down the street, my boots crunching on the snow.
"Joyeux Noël, votre majesté!" A villager exclaimed and waved at me.
"Merry Christmas!" I replied, waving back.
The natives of Sakami were just so kind and helpful. They had no loyalties to the rebels and for some reason, the rebels just couldn't grasp this reality. They were spilling unnecessary blood and I was just sick of it.
"Joyeux Noël!" I said to a little girl and gave her a small piece of chocolate.
She squealed and ran off to tell her mother who waved as well.
"Majesté! Majesté!"
I turned to see a girl, perhaps around the age of eleven or twelve with a piece of paper clutched in her hands.
"Joyeux Noël petite fille," I said and she smiled.
"Je... drew cette pour vous,"
She handed me a beautiful handmade drawing of me. I fawned all over it instantly.
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