Shadows of a dark kingdom

Chapter 1

A breath of discomfort trapped in my throat as my servant lady strangled my waist with a new corset, one I hadn't yet been able to get my hands on to adjust in secret to my advantage. Another yank from my upper back severed my intake of breaths ever so slightly as I braced myself upon a sky blue reading chair, embellished with gold studs. I had no care for this extravagant clothing I was fastened into day after day. Compared to the rest of my fathers kingdom, with the simple design they wore, it is deemed a blessing to have these sort of garments, even a simple made corset pushed their weak wages they worked so hard for. How I wished to experience a day of loose clothing among my village people.
Another hard tug on my behind swept me out of my train of thought.
"Finest from France mi'lady made just to fit your figure" my First Ladies maid said.
"you look delightful, lady, utterly stunning", the girl added with awe laced in her tone, and a grin upon her ever so rosy visage. "Fit to face the day" she stated with a light pat on my back. With a dismissing nod from my head the young girl no more than my age turned and left without another word, sweeping my night garments disposed of in the further corner of my room on her swift leave. How much my heart ached to embrace her for her kind words. Each routined day was the same for servant girls under my fathers order, help me in my every need no matter whether it's dawn, sunset or the middle of the night, as the sun rose then dimmed over the furthest mountain,  they were there at my every disposal. Whatever life they lived before, served as a distant memory now. The thought made my heart ache for them.
Every shallow, fake dismissal I gave them sent a new sadness to my dying heart just a little more everyday, to see them try comfort me or be my friend and I couldn't return the favour, I saw how the light in their eyes dimmed a little more as I dismissed them without a word of thanks or warming gesture. I wish I could, I wished so much to be able to take them in a warm embrace and hold their delicate hands and thank them, with every meaningful word, but the kings lack of empathy didn't serve well and nobility were to shame upon the working class, act better than them. Turning our lands into a horribly divided and badly governed continent. But it was life, my life and no one could turn away. A life which I simply could run from and never look back . My thoughts led me to the window where I was now standing on my large, open balcony, structured from the finest of golds and old, carved stones, similar to the rest of the structure of the castle. Ivys threaded through the pillars leading up to the sheltered glass roof half covering the balcony, creating a beautiful contrast from the hard, darkening stone that diseased the walls. The kings castle perched on the highest point in our kingdom, close enough to be able to eye the closest village and courtyard, but high enough for the village folk to remember who's in power, who rules their every move.