A Different Kind of Princess

Chapter 1: A Younger Me

I remember I was thirteen of course. It was my thirteenth birthday. I'd always try to run away from her on my birthday but I was weak. I'd always come back. Always. She owned me, but I wasn't a slave. I may have been black, but that didn't mean I was a slave.

So there I found myself running through the woods in my little brown dress, and my curls free to be wild now that I'd torn my tight ribbon out.

This was the only time I was ever happy, ever free on my birthday, let alone ever.

I couldn't remember if I was wearing shoes or not, but it had not mattered. I felt like a was walking, running on air. I leapt over a branch and looked at the moon.

"Hello moon, what a wonderful evening isn't it?" I asked. No I did not get out much thank you for asking.

I started spinning and humming, enjoying myself the best I could before I were to go home and get my...present. Oh boy.

I remember spinning so much I tripped and fell. But not to the ground, no. Into the arms of a boy.

I stumble out of his grasp. "I apologize, I did not mean to-"

"No it is alright. What are you doing out here all alone?"

He was probably fourteen. He was taller than me, blonde hair, and gorgeous deep blue eyes that shone in the moonlight. His clothing... It looked... rich, expensive. My rebellious side took over, as always.

"And that matters to you, because?" I asked folding my arms. The wind blew my hair into my face and a brushed it away. I started shivering.

He smiled. God he was charming. "I'm just being a gentleman and seeing if one needs help."

"I don't need your help." I said.

"You're cold." he said noticing me shivering.

"No I'm not." I argued.

"You are." he chuckled taking off his very neat and expensive looking jacket. I took a step backwards.

"No. I'm. Not." I said.

He didn't say anything this time, he just smiled. He walked closer and before I could do anything he had me draped in his jacket. I looked at him. He looked at me.

"What's your name?" He asked. I looked away and smirked. "It doesn't matter." I began to walk back towards home. Sometimes I really wish I'd thought of bringing a horse.

He didn't try to stop me, but I could tell he was smiling. "Thank you. That was quite... obsequious of you." Oh how I loved big words.

I was almost out of sight before "Wait!" He yelled out. I turned slightly with a small smile.

"Is there a chance I might ever see you again?" He asked.

My smile widened a bit. "As it may be. Thank you again." I said before I was gone.

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Hi so today is my birthday and I went to go see Cinderella and I got this amazing idea. They literally have no interracial princess stories so I said why the heck not. Let's do this! A little based off of some Disney princesses.

STAY FROSTY 🐯
-Charlie