Forbidden Fate

Chapter 12

 I sit in the carriage next to Drue and my father, King Damien Godfrey. It's taken 4 days to get back home. We enter Rosewood and the citizens cheer as their beloved King and Princess re-enter the kingdom. I'm still in my beautiful Black lace ballgown I put on this morning. I sigh and play with some of the detailing on my dress. Suddenly I feel an elbow connect with my side, "Ow!" My dad hisses in my ear, "Smile you little brat." I roll my eyes and put on my obnoxious happy smile that pisses my dad off.

Finally, we pull up to the castle. Drue gets out and offers his hand to help me out. I don't take it and step down on my own. I hear whispers ring out across the crowd watching and my father gives me a glare as we enter the castle. As soon as the castle doors close my dad turns to me, "Go to your room and change. I expect you down for dinner." I glare at him and storm off to my room. I need to plan anyways.

I enter my room and find my personal maid Kelly laying out a pastel green ballgown with white and pink detailing. Kelly sees me and bows, "Welcome home your majesty. Do you need help getting dressed?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Kelly." Kelly nods and swiftly leaves the room. I sigh and sit down at my desk. Well, it's technically a vanity but I use it as a desk. My father says there is no reason a woman should have a desk. However, he can't take the vanity away from me. I take out my linen notebook and dip my quill in ink. I hover over the page for what feels like a minute before putting the quill back down. Who am I kidding? I don't know the first thing to do in this scenario. I thought brainstorming would help but I'm just drawing a blank. I sigh and get up from my desk. Dinner could be any minute, I should change before I get in trouble.

I stare at the dress for a minute. It looks like a basic bitch dress a 5-year-old would wear. I sigh and start to put it on. The lace is cheap and itchy. The fabric feels old and rough. My father clearly didn't spend much on this. He also made no attempts to accommodate my extremely sensitive skin. I pull at the dress trying to make more room for myself. Again, it's too small. I pin up my bangs and braid part of my hair like my dad told me to from a young age, I leave it down this time. I'm exhausted and don't want to deal with it. I stare into my mirror. I blink away the tears in my eyes and resist the urge to puke. This dress makes me look 100 pounds heavier. I look absolutely awful, the dress is hideous, I'm very uncomfortable, and-

Suddenly I hear a knock at the door. "Come in." Kelly opens the door and bows, "Dinner is ready your majesty." I sigh, "Thank you, Kelly." I walk past her and towards the dining hall.