The Untold Story: Mona Lisa

Prologue

February 16, 1503

As my eyes mesmerize the rising sun over the horizon, as the sky turns an autumn color where the clouds meets the wind, another day I welcome, where another dull moment begin.

Glancing at the guards following the kings order to look inside the kingdom. Warriors that act as  fools. Following a wrath despicable terror, hoping for a peaceful sunrise to hold.

Holding my favorite book where I can escape reality far from the world I exist, I shall head to the garden of our kingdom where I have my own space. Maidens greeting me a lovely morning while some of them bows with so much respect. I couldn't even say good morning nor smile never glimpse from my lips.

"If it isn't my lovely sister." Maria said while holding a piece of brush in front of her canvas. She glance at me then afterwards draw her attention back at her painting.

"Good morning." Greetings as I take a seat one of the benches near the fountain.

"Same as you, my beloved sister."

I started to read my book while Maria is taking her time painting and producing a soft sound to overcome the silence between us. We never talk that much if we are busy with our own space. We prefer silence than talking none sense.

Maria is same as me. Often to speak and interact with some people even the close ones. She loves paintings and music while I prefer books and music. That only difference we have is that her smile is visible over a few miles away from where she stand. While me, I never smile.

Majority of our kingdom, don't know me nor heard of me. For some people who heard about me, knows me as the hidden child. Both of my sisters is well known as the daughter of the king but me? Sometimes they thought that I'm just a maids daughter. Or an adopted one.

"Greetings sisters!" My soul almost jump off from my flesh after hearing Mariposa's  joyful voice.

Both of her arms rested onto my shoulders as she kissed me on my temple. Then run towards Maria and greeted her with a hug. I just shooked my head as disbelief. She sitted next to me then took her journal. A journal of her composed songs.

Mariposa loves music and it's her talent. She loves singing. Her voice is a gift from the angles above where even the birds can fall asleep. Sometimes, she volunteer to perform in a play or in our church secretly, because father is against it. She spend half of her day inside the music room while Maria spends her day in this garden to paint such scenery.

"Would you like to hear my composition?" Maria blurted out as we draw her our attention.

"What kind of instrument?" I asked.

She handed me her journal then saw her piece. 'Bella' is the title of her new song.

Maria walked in our place leaving her things in the middle of the garden then sitted next to us. "Mariposa, Maybe you could visit France and perform these compositions of yours? Both of us already heard your pieces. Audiences will find it fascinating." Maria suggested.

Mariposa frowned then sighed as she took her journal from my hands. "You know father. He will not let us leave just for fame nor for our own desire." She mumbled.

After she said those words, the three of us went silent. Only the chirping of the morning birds and the sounds of the wind brushing the leaves is all we can hear.

Father wished us to remain only in our village and follow his orders. Whether it's good or bad.

Mariposa held both of our hands as she pulled us inside the castle leaving our things in the garden. Running through the ball room while maids and guards greets us a wonderful morning. Chuckling and laughter is the sound they produce while me? I prefer being silent. Enjoyment is visible in their faces while me? No traces of enjoyment plastered on to my face.