Who made me a princess: The Oringle Princess🔆

.... Chapter Two ....

After Two Years:

Within the huge walls of the current emperor, claude de algor obelian, lived a small princess who only a few people knew of her existence. Her room was located somewhere inside the palace walls were she didn't know.

It was all ready late bed time. The stars where twinkling, digging a whole at the pitch black sky, giving a little light to the world.

"Goodnight princess ♡", Felix gave his good night kiss in her forhead before leaving the child side.

'He forgot'

She frowned quietly hiding her disappointment beneath the blanket. Felix didn't know that his princess was bothered due the dark room with the basic light that shone through her window.

"Good night...", she muffled.

"Sleep well", with that, the knight closed the door behind him with no clue in the world that it maybe the child birthday after all the night stories he was just sharing and I could sadly say...

that the poor thing is me.

Am the child and the one who is called princess Luxroy Devine De Morse. The daughter of Devine de Morse, and the one and only hire of the throne in Oringle empire.

I sit up.

'Yap it's all me', I sighed. I climbed off bed and rushed to the door, cracking open sneaking outside my dark room in search for my Tomato knight in his shining armors,

Or that what I call him.

To be more specific even, am more like I hoped my knight will be standing outside my room ready to jump in again calling 'happy birthday' and surprise the soul out of me, after acting as he forgot...But

I guess even that seems like an illusion made by my imagination.

I stood infront of the lonely hallway.

"He really left", I mumbled my face melting to sadness after the happy expression I held seconds ago.

My small feet just dragged me inside my room again closing my door, preventing the cold air in. Saying am disappointed shall be an understatement. I was hoping to at least be reminded of my birthday in this simple day but I guess this is trivia and was meant to be crushed by the cruel world.

I think I expected just a mini happy birthday from Felix since his the only one I have now

Or perhaps I mistook him to papa.

Usually my daddy use to show up in my dreams to say me happy birthday and sing me in his lure, smooth tone, since it was the only thing I could have as a present from him, and...that was two years ago.

For some reasons even daddy left me.

He stopped showing up in my dreams when I was like five, leaving me in this hursh and scary world all alone.

I exhaled. Standing by my huge window, I was able to view the large, sparkling night sky that continued endlessly in the horizon, with my brown embers. In the hushed atmosphere that I grew familiar with all my life, my mind started to form a quiet lullaby that I sometimes sing to my self.

The lonely

2 a.m where do I begin
Crying off my face again
The silence sound so loneliness
Once it follows me to bed

Am a ghost of a girl
That I want to be most
Am a shall of a girl
That I use to know well

Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
Sing my self a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again