I woke up that morning in my bed and when I sat up I found Trey sleeping on one of my couches. At first I was more than a little confused, but then I remembered how we had watched movies all night before we had fallen asleep. Like I said he is my best friend not just my twin brother. I silently padded to my washroom so that I could, well wash and change. What else would you do in there?
When I walked in I went to the showers to loosen my muscles. No use being tight the whole day especially if I have dance. After I had showered I put on my one of my light pink gowns. It was sewn with pearls and gold thread all throughout the borders, and the corset does the same thing as my other gown. Most of them do… thank goodness. When I reached over I made the mistake of looking in the mirror and I froze, a shiver running through my body.
I don’t see how people look at my eyes all day they were scary. Not like they were to different colors, but they were anything from normal. I tore my eyes away and walked out of the washroom. When I did I saw Trey slowly waking up. When he stretched he groaned and rubbed his eyes. “Took you long enough.” I snort as I walk to my vanity to comb out my hair. “Good morning to you to.” He grumbles as he stands up. Trey gives me a nod but leaves without a word. Yes, he is definitely not a morning person.
I comb through my hair with a brush getting all the knots out before I comb it out again with my fingers to add some waves. No point really I think as I do what I have to do or I am scolded. I push my hair over the front of my shoulder and braid one, long tight braid. The queen also believes in proper appearance so I apply some mascara and blush to my face.
I did my best to avoid looking at my eyes but it happened to be very hard when you have to do makeup. I don’t see how they change color so rapidly… Ah just stop thinking about it Thorn. As I was ringing for breakfast Eliza walked in. “Morning your highness.” She says with her hands folded in front of her. “The queen would like to see you.”
“Thank you Eliza. Also I have asked you again and again to call me Thorn, or Rose. At least Rose!” She ignored me and said “I noticed you were ringing for breakfast yes? I will go work on that.” She pauses and then said extenuating the miss “Miss Rose.” Hurriedly she bows and walks out the door. I groan and before I walk out of my room I slip on a pair of light pink heels that match my gown. I also wish myself luck before I walk out.
The queen wants to see me…
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The Life of the Roses
FantasyThorn Rose lives in her parents castle along with her brother Treyvan. He lives the life of the sea and she lives the life of the roses. Suddenly a knew prince shows up and takes a exceptional intrest in Thorn. Suddenly the castle feels some tension...