Merida (Age 12)
I'm Princess Merida of the Holiday Inn Kingdom. Daughter to King Peter the Great. And today is the day we finally depart to join in alliance to a Queen and another Princess. Father told me that this new palace will be our home from now on. So, I guess now I'm going to be the ruler of the Banes Creek Kingdom in the far away land of Minnesota.
Eager. Excited. Overjoyed. I brush my straight snow white hair in my magical mirror with an enchanted brush that grants me confidence.
I hum as my body trembles in the hotel mirror. Today's the day. Steadying my breathing, I try to quell the rising anxiety that cascades it's way through my developing body.
"My name is Merida. I'm 12 years old. I like swimming, dancing, and ruling kingdoms, as well as drawing. I'm excited to have a sister." It gets exhausting running a kingdom by yourself while the King has to make peace treaties elsewhere. I hope she's a good leader. Our Kingdom will need two strong leaders after we merge them together.
I giggle in the mirror at the thought. I have a sister now. An actual sister.
What will she be like? Will she be a princess like me? Maybe a warrior like my father? Will she be pretty? Of course she will.
The sister of a princess has to be pretty and I should as least try to make myself more presentable, I think as I stare at my soft blue dress in the mirror.
I look good but I think I need to add something that's going to make me stand out.
"Merida, are you almost done?" King Peter inquires.
"Almost, give me a minute." I rush to my suitcase and dig out a stitched white cardigan. Pulling it on, I run back to the bathroom mirror to give myself one last glance over. Perfect. My new sister will love this.
"Ready?" He inquires once again.
"Ready." I say with absolute confidence.
Passing through the large mountain ranges, a million questions come to mind. Father nagivates the difficult terrain with his natural inhuman ease, glancing over at me every now and then as he gladly answers each question I ask.
"What does she look like?" I ask curiously, wondering what my sister is like.
"Well," He replies sheepishly, "I heard much regarding her, but I haven't seen her yet. Nor the oldest for the matter." The last part comes out in a whisper but I ignore it.
Yesterday, I overheard a conversation from him and the Queen concerning an older princess and her father leaving for another Kingdom somewhere in Cali. The Queen seemed really upset about it and I guess my father is kind of upset on the matter too, so I decide not to push it.
I move on to my next question. "Is their palace big?"
"Not as big as ours back home but it's big enough for the four of us." He laughs.
"How many servants do they have?"
"None."
I gasp. "How are we supposed to get any work done?"
He laughs again but my question was serious. Back home, there were many people who helped us everyday. We had at least 45 people, give or take, back at home who did various things like cleaning, chopping firewood, laundry, and cooking.
"Merida, dear, they're not like us." His voice grows serious for a moment. "Only the Queen knows about how we live and what we are, not the Princess. So, you have to be careful of the things you say around her."
"For how long?"
"Just until her mother and I introduce her to it."
"But she'll be okay with it? Right?" Dread starts to pile in the pit of my stomach.
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Cursed Melody
Werewolf(BWWW) Merida Lykos aka Melody always dreamed for a mate that was similar to the charming prince she read in books as a child. As the only child of Alpha Peter, she knows that it's her birthright to lead the pack one day and that it'll be essential...
