!! This story is fanmade
This is a fanfiction based on " Who Made me a Princess " by Plutus (novel) and Spoon (manhwa). I am not associated to the original authors in any way! !!
Margaux Arnault had been living an uneventful life... until she starte...
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After I decided that I would try to live on as Ei...
I tried to gain more information about the world around me.
There was just one tiny problem... and it was the fact that my mother would still not let me out. Despite the fact that I was already past three years old. She wouldn't bring me to the market or let me see other children.
I had spent the beginning of my life in that tiny wood cabin and to this rate, I would grow old in it as well.
At last, my prayers were answered on my fourth birthday.
As my sole present, my mother gifted me a very beautiful necklace. She had not bought for the occasion, though. I had seen her wear it multiple times before. She said it was finally time for me to have it, as it was finally "ready".
I still didn't know what she meant by that. All I knew is that if she was to bring me outside with her for any sort of occasion, I had to wear it. My guess was that the necklace was a sort of charm, powerful enough to protect someone? Or it was some kind of symbol.
I wondered what it looked like on me.
Well, I was four years old and wondered what I looked like at all. I could tell I had the same skin as Ame and my hair was straight and silky like hers. The difference was that mine was a dark shade of blue. It kind of looked like the color of the night sky above the ocean. So dark blue, but, not too dark either.
But my face?
I had never seen it.
It sounded unreal.
The only mirror in the house was Ame's, which was a little pocket mirror that she kept out of my reach.
And so were the windows. I was too little to see myself in them. Uh.
Maybe I was just ugly, and she didn't want me to know because I'd be sad.
That would be awkward.
But honestly... All these mysteries from Ame were starting to be a little much. Any normal four-year-old wouldn't care about how they looked or where they lived. I would be the last of their concerns, but me? I was a sixteen-year-old trapped in a toddler's body!
The more she hid things from me, the more I wanted to know! Who wouldn't at this point?
It just made me frustrated to no end.
Why the need to hide so much?
" Thank you, Mama! " I almost shouted while I dived in her arms to give her a hug.
In four years, I had finally learned to call her that.
Although, it was more so that she wouldn't be sad. Because, as much as I tried to change my point of view... I just couldn't see her as my mother. Not completely.
