And I'm the queen

chapter 1.

I sit on a billion different pillows, all different shades. I'm also starting to rethink this dress. As i sit there in my mound of silk im taken back to when i would have killed to sit like this, in a room with pillows in at least 50 different shades of pink, and a dress that covers the perimeter of the room. My mind took hold of that little girl starving on the streets, looking into a window wishing that what was on the other side was mine. Then, young me took out a hair utensil and jimmied the lock until it popped off. I tiptoed inside. The room was small and had hardly any furnisher but that's not why i was here. I saw a wood crate in the corner and crawled inside, i was small enough. When the crate was lifted from the ground i heard the man on the left say to the other man, "fuck, this box is heavy" i smiled to myself, when you were a street rat such as myself, you take 'this box is heavy' as a complement. As my mind got back to the present, i sighed. All that trouble, all of it, for something i want to get out of. I layed back on my day bed pondering the question of 'if i didn't get caught, would my life be any different?' and as i layed on the fluff that kept my back warm my head went back to when my back was laying on the wood of the crate. The cart that i was on, came to its destination in a few hours, my destination. But the unloader dude wasn't as careful as i had planned. He dropped the box, and i went sprawling out. Two guards grabbed my arms and held me there while i was thrashing i finally resorted into  begging "I'm sorry i just wanted food. please let me go" the two men looked at me with fire in their eyes. The smallest one talked first "if you get out of our grasp, we'll let you have some food" or in other words, no. But my mind of fifteen took it as a challenge. The small dude was barely 6 feet, i could take him down easily. The big dude, not so much.  Than i saw a small knife sticking out of the small guards leg pocket. I made my plan. I ram kicked the small one in the gut and while he bent down to drab his stomach i used the moment to snitch the knife from the pocket and twist so i was now behind the big guard. I leapt up onto his back using my legs to hold myself in place, and started swinging, trying to get some momentum. The small guard was now up and trying to pry me of the big one. I flipped on the big guys back and kicked the small guard hard in the head, he stumbled back. As i looked back to assess how many guards were now coming down the stairs, i saw a boy, around my age, running down the stairs to get a better view. Now normally i wouldn't have given the boy a second look, and if it wasn't for the coat i wouldn't have. The coat had the symbol of the crown. The royal crown. i guess it shouldn't have surprised me, i was at the castle after all. I changed my plan and made a dash to the boy. The boy didn't move. Good for me. And in a quick roll and drab i had the boy by the shoulders and had the knife touching his throat. Everyone stood still, almost scared to move. I smiled, my hunch was correct. The boy that i had the tip of the knife pointing to, was the prince.