Princess Aurora seethed for hours. Food was brought to her, but she ignored it. Queen Clarissa attempted to try and talk to her several times, but Aurora told her to go away, in several not very nice ways. As the sun began to set, her anger slowly began to lessen. She sat on her bed, wrapping her arms, around her knees. A lump forming in her throat, she swallowed repeatedly trying to get it to go away, but it didn't, eventually a tear leaked out, making Aurora feel better. She knew she had gone too far; she hadn't meant to. The conversation with Matthias had scared her, far more than it should have. She wasn't even sure why she was scared. Aurora could feel she was losing her resolve, but she couldn't be this vicious, not without serious consequences. King Abner rarely punished the princess and she had never seen him so furious, if she did anything like this again Aurora knew that she was going to be in serious trouble. Letting out a breath, wiping the tear away, Aurora back down, looking up at the canopy that stretched over her bed.
Aurora laid like that for several hours, well after it was dark. It was so quiet, and her brain stayed quiet also, it was relieving for. Eventually, she slowly got up, stretching and yawning. She wasn't sure what time it was, but it was clearly late, and she was very tired. So, she got up to change in her nightgown which and some difficulty with and then went to bed.
Aurora was surprised at how well she slept, getting up a little later than she was used to which was nice, especially when she noticed breakfast was just beside the door. To her further surprise it was still warm. Picking it up, she returned to her bed, smiling as she enjoyed a quiet morning to have breakfast in bed. No maids to bother her about what to wear, her mother wasn't gushing over how lovely she looked, no suitors waiting beside her door waiting for the princess to step out. Aurora let out a blissful sigh, popping a grape in her mouth, looking out the windows. It was a lovely spring day; it was slowly getting warmer and soon spring would be gone and summer in full spring. Next month was summer. Thinking of summer only being a couple of weeks away made her think of who she should send home next. She thought of the reasons each one should go and decided on Lord Carlyle, nobody would be surprised or disappointed in having him send home, although Aurora had come to enjoy his knowledge on plants, his blatant naivety and ignorance was wildly annoying though.
Finishing breakfast, Aurora put the tray back by the door, starting to get ready for the day. Aurora found it was harder to get dressed than undressed, she wasn't used to getting dressed by herself, so it took a little longer than she wanted it to, but she managed. As she was combing her hair, she saw the door open just enough to get the tray, there was a hesitation and some murmuring before the tray was taken away. Aurora rolled her eyes at hearing the click of the lock, chuckling softly as she brushed her hair.
As Aurora read there came a knock on her door, lowering her book she didn't say anything, it was most likely my mother.
"Aurora?" Clarissa called, Aurora slowly stood up and walked over to the door, sitting beside it. "Listen, I know that yesterday was upsetting but this does not need to go on for much longer. I can't talk your father into letting you out, so please will you take the first step. I can't stand not being able to see you or talk to you." Aurora swallowed. "I just want to make sure that you are safe and all right." Anger bubbled up in the princess for a moment, she clenched her fists. Aurora let out a steady breath, her mother may have wanted her to be safe and all right, but Clarissa had failed, when it counted the most. It was quiet for a while, and Aurora wondered if her mother was still there.
"Mother?" Aurora called, frowning slightly.
"Yes?" Clarissa quickly responded, her voice full of eagerness.
"Can I go talk to father?" It was quiet for a moment.
"Yes, Aurora, I believe that we can do that."
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A Different Definition of Tragedy
Fantastik"Let me tell you something." She slowly walked in front of her line of suitors, or as she liked to think of them her war prisoners. "There is another word for tragedy, it masquerades in a much lovelier gown, it talks with much sweeter kinder words...
