spin me gold

one

"This thrum is in us all, a drum beat pushing us towards all we are meant to be. You will feel it soon enough dear, know that these strings of fate are nothing to fear, the gentle pull on your wrist is merely a push in the right direction. A pull to the love of your life, to that one big life-changing moment, and one day to your end. Destiny is a river, it's the blood of the beating heart of the universe. I'll tell you more when you're older, my love, but I can see you drifting to sleep. You were born to do great things, I can feel it."

Destiny has kissed you, spin me gold, my love.

"my lady?" Niki, the loyal maid, calls out from behind the large ornate closed door. Her voice is a gentle song to y/n's sleep-addled mind, a firm grip to pull her to the waking world as morning seeps through the closed blinds painting the room a beautiful golden. Y/n can feel as the portraits of her family open their eyes too, the crooked paintings cursing her for leaving them so.

"Come in." Y/n calls back, her voice wrapped with sleep. She listens intently as Niki fumbles to open the door, she comes in with her arms overflowing with clothes. Her cheeks are kissed with the faintest blush, her blonde hair neatly cut in a bob.

"I brought you a few options to pick from today, my lady." she grants a small smile, glancing up for a moment with anxious eyes before continuing to float around the room. She gently straightens the fuming portraits and opens the sheer blinds, morning rushing in to fill the room. Each garment she sets down is adorned with gold that shines in the morning light, y/n thinks she will look like a prize to be won, and maybe she is after all.

"You don't need to call me that, Niki." Y/n yawns, sitting up in the far too large bed arms holding her up.

"I know, but maybe one day you'll change your mind." she winks then laughs, the lilt of her voice the sound of a songbird. "It is time for breakfast though, once you change just knock on the door! Maybe not too loud though I think your knight is a bit moody today" she once again gives y/n a small smile, crossing her arms and making a false grumpy face before walking out the door and closing it behind her.

When the door opens again, she is neatly dressed. Her h/c hair pulled out of its sleepless night. Niki waits outside with a kind smile when she turns to face the princess, quickly brushing one of her dainty hands down the side of y/n's dress to smooth out a stray imperfection. Her knight remains stoic on the other side of the door. He does not dare speak, not risk being seen. Y/n's shoulders are back, her chin up, as she was taught to be, so stiff you could balance books upon her head. The young woman holds herself as if she is always waiting to be cemented in paint on a primed canvas, someone doting over every one of her features. Little did she know someone was, the man watching in silence from behind where he knew she would not catch his lingering glance.

"Oh how I wish to be in bed." Y/n groans out the words, voice still gravelly from sleep. Her expression remains poised, even as her words drown out the idea of this faked composure. "Anything happening today, Niki?" The group seems to stop in its tracks, as everyone but y/n seems stunned.

"Princess?" Niki turns to face her with an incredulous look. "Do you really not remember, my lady?" Y/n is quick to shake her head, her brows furrowed as she searches for anything that might be happening today in her memory. "Today is the beginning of your father meeting those vying for your hand."