"There was no way to hide from my mother's eyes.
They were everywhere.
They saw my every move.
She knew where I was."
Miserable, tiny, anxious and surprisingly poor princess.
After a traumatazing night on the beach, Daryia w...
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I WOKE UP to the damn ringing of a bell near my ears hours later.
My head ached and when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was the little white ball I had picked up that declared my defeat in last night's dinner draw. I frowned and it took me a while to raciocinate because I didn't remember sleeping with the little ball next to me, I didn't question or think much, my memories are mixed and confused, I could easily have slept with a tiger by my side that I wouldn't remember.
The sound of the bell kept getting louder and shriller, and it was stressful, it was annoying and really awful!
Stressed, I jumped out of bed, sitting up and containing a scream from the excruciating pain in my abdomen, the pain was still very fresh and strong and I realized that it hadn't been a nightmare, that night had really happened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother with a frowned face. She was dressed in one of the red velvet ball gowns, her painted lips and rosy cheeks matched that hue of blood that brought some life to her white face.
"Why did you screamed?" The irritable tone of her voice killed any little good mood I had left.
"What time is it?" I massaged my neck, which also hurt.
"Have you been fighting?"
"What. Time. Is it?" I repeated, annoyed.
I knew when I saw her face that the smile on her lips was completely out of mockery, it was almost impossible for me to tell if she was really being mean or not.
"Five in the morning" I frowned and saw in her hands the two bells she had used to wake me not so gently. "You, Princess Daryia, must wake up. And I will not even ask the reason for your face looks so deplorable!"
I ran my hand over my face and it felt swollen, but less swollen than it was yesterday. I waited for my eyes to get used to the light and for my vision to clear.
"But why so early?"
"I will tell you later, get up soon." She pulled me by the arm out of bed and dragged me to the makeup room, I had to fight back the tears of pain that blurred my vision, I just followed her around the palace.
I didn't have time to change clothes and I walked half the palace's corridors in the silk nightgown I used to wear to sleep, luckily the fabric wasn't see-through.
The wound on my stomach was still bandaged, but it hurt a lot and my gait it ended up getting weird, if mom asked what it was, I wouldn't be able to give her any response.
The salon was empty, just Kalyn and my mother's hairdresser — whose name I still don't know — were in the salon. My eyes were still heavy with sleep and I was lucky I didn't have obvious purple marks on my face or neck after the blows I received. I was confused and still feeling sleepy, just following my mother around as she spun around and hoping it didn't piss her off, in fact, hoping it would go unnoticed by her.
