Royal Strings {DISCONTINUED}

~{•Chapter One•}~

Esmeray sat in her bedroom playing her crimson guitar she got from her aunt a few years before for Christmas. She had to play quiet as she was not allowed to play at night, frankly she wasn't allowed to play at all. Her mother and father, the king and queen, had disliked Esmeray or Dorion playing instruments for a number of reasons, especially guitar. It would've been okay if it were an acoustic. Alas, it was electric so the king and queen would give her a look of disapproval anytime she was playing.

But Esmeray loved guitar more than anything. Every day, she would run to her room after breakfast as her parents would yell at her to walk, shut the door and grab her guitar, which she named Royal Red, and play 'til she was forced out by her maids to eat lunch and then she would be tutored by countless tutors, teaching her to spar, write, read, and other basic facts to help with human life.

Esmeray took a deep breath in and a long breath out. Her blood red dress trailing out behind her as she sat and played songs that came to her, randomly. Esmeray had long, chocolate brown hair that went down just past her shoulders and slightly wavy. Her eyes were gray-ish green that were large but not rounded like her brothers. Long eyelashes were in her family, even the men had long luxurious lashes. Only being seven then, she had not understood a lot of things but Esmeray's advanced education helped her learn guitar faster.

She stared out the window. The moon was high in the sky with stars all around it in a circle shape. There was a bit of a glare as it was cold and the ice had gathered on the window so Esmeray got closer to the window to see the moon, still plucking mindlessly at the strings. Esmeray's face got cold the closer she got to the icy window.

"Esmeray" a voice behind her said.

Esmeray jumped and turned her head quickly. It was Esmeray's personal maid, Margaret.

"What are you doing up?" Margaret asked.

Esmeray only stared.

"Go to bed" Margaret's voice was quiet but meaningful. stern but loving.

Esmeray nodded her head and set the guitar down. She got up quickly and cleaned of her bed which consisted mostly of music papers, unfinished books, and a drawing she made to give her father as they didn't have a very good relationship. He was often distant from her. From everyone. If it was orders from often distant or writing letters to old friends he was caught up with, Esmeray couldn't tell.

She put everything on her nightstand and climbed into her covers as Margaret walked over and tucked the pink and gold sheets into Esmeray's sides.

"Goodnight, love" Margaret said and left quietly.

Margaret was more of a mother that Esmeray's birth one. She actually cared enough to check up on her in the night, give her nicknames, give her food, and help with homework. Yes, the queen must be busy with her work but she couldn't make time to care for her daughter? Esmeray put these thoughts on hold. She shouldn't care she's only seven. Esmeray closed her eyes and let sleep take her under.

In the morning, Esmeray woke up and yawned. She stretched as far as she could. Mother always said it would make her taller even though Esmeray was already taller than average. A knock sounded at the door. Margret. Esmeray stood up quietly and walk towards the door. When Esmeray opened the door, Margret stood there.

"Good morning, Your Majesty! It's time for your morning sparring lessons" Margret said in an upbeat tone with a smile on her face. Esmeray only nodded and let her in the room. Margret frowned.

"You never speak do you?" Margret said in a tone Esmeray couldn't place.

"I do!" Esmeray said. "Just not all the time." Esmeray hmphed and sat down on her bed. Esmeray was a quiet child, when she was supposed to be Princess Esmeray. When she was just Esmeray she was a lot more talkative. Margret sat next to her and said

"Sorry, dear. It seems as though this morning is-she sighed-a bit stressful. But that's okay. Let's get you ready, shall we?"

Esmeray walked the marble halls of the castle, looking for her mother so she could kiss her goodbye before she went sparring. The king and queen were in the royal quarters, like always, Esmeray knocked on the door and her mother opened it. Esmeray's mother was said to be the most beutiful in miles. She had long, wavy, brown hair with streaks of gold and a streak of white to show her aging. Esmeray chose to ignore the white as she, and others in the castle, wantyed to pretend she wouldn't die. The queen was tall and skinny and she looked the best in red. Her tired eyes looked at Esmeray and she chuckled, which made young Esmeray smile.

"Hello, dear. Come to say goodbye?"

"Mhm!"

Esmeray said goodbye to her mother, father, and brother, Dorian.

Esmeray set off to the courtyard as she looked down at her hands and said to herself

"I hope my guitar string scars won't mess up my sparring"