I could hear the muffled fists pound against the door. "Mother! Mother!" I remembered yelling for her small, sweet arms. I remembered hoping that she wasn't dead. "Mother..." I wept against my own will. "Why was this happening!?" I was clueless. I didn't understand why all of this was coming to stab me in the back. My own country, which my parents fairly ruled, was coming to destroy all I cared for. All that I held dear to my heart came to be dead in just a matter of seconds. I heard the doors open with a thud. I guess this was the end for me. I heard shouts and blood-curdling screeches. I didn't know why this was happening. I didn't know why it was happening to me of all people. Perhaps I failed my country? I didn't know. All I could do was feel the rough hands grab my small, shaking shoulders and drag me through the stone stairs down into my doom. My own people were leading me to my death. "I'm sorry,' I muttered while a tear eclipsed through the shrouding darkness, the only glint of small light that I had seemed to escape from me. I watched my innocence flee with that tear only to be crushed under the steps of my executioners. "I truly am sorry," I whispered. I must have done something quite horrific to be stricken with such consequences and for that I must say that I truly am sorry. They pushed me onto a large, wooden contraption. I looked up to see a glimmering metal blade which elegantly hung above me. It was quite beautiful, seeing its daunting shine dance across the room. My head was roughly thrown against the small semicircle that cradled my neck. "I'm so very sorry," I whispered once more as the blade, of which I found to be so beautiful a few seconds before, came cascading down like a majestic waterfall, only wishing to bury me in its dark, red waters, slowly intoxicating my lungs with a metallic taste. I wondered, when will my death come? Or must I suffer these horrible sorrows and torments as punishment for my unknown sins? Then I saw it. A bright light like no other that seemed to illuminate through every crevice in my mind, but worst of all, through that light I saw the truth.
I could hear birds chirp their beautiful melody as the golden light of the sun ran against my face, drowning me in its bright glory. "Wake up! We must hurry." Today was a special day indeed. I was coming of age today and would have to choose who would rule beside me. I was led to meet multiple young, rich, and handsome men before. However, I found that none were worthy of such position. Honestly, none simply caught my eye. They were the same story. Foolish, rich snobs who craved for power and indulged themselves in gluttony and lust. I would wish to seek advice in such matters but my father seemed rather troubled with other concerns and so I could not confide in him for the moment whilst my mother was filled with worry. I thought, giving her my troubles to carry as a burden would be unwise. I was rather troubled myself though as I have heard that riots have started forming since I seemed to become near of coming of age. It was rather unnerving but my mother told me not to worry for it was simply because of a shortage of supply. I let her words ring in my head," you will become queen in due time so you mustn't worry so much lest your beauty deteriorates due to such petty reasons. Though I may have felt rather startled by the news of something as barbaric as riots, I found that my heart was calmed by the words of my mother. I trusted her and doubting her would prove only of my faltering faith towards her. "Catharine?" my maid questioned as her worry lines formed across her forehead. "Yes?" I answered. "Might something be worrying you, your majesty?" I pondered at her question but nonetheless I answered," I'm simply wondering whom I will meet today. That is all." My servant nodded, not questioning my answer by the slightest. She nodded "yes, there are quite a few today, actually." "Oh? Well then I must get ready to meet them then." She showed me the fabric she had been so dreamingly caressing in her arms and said," of course, princess, or rather, future queen." She grinned and I nodded with a grand grin at her statement.
The dress was quite ravishing. It was pampered with a sea of dark blue silk which cascaded against my back like an elegant river and adorned with a white and gold gemmed belt around my small waist, paired with a matching bracelet around the bend of my arm which held the blue silk that acted as a coat, layering the true beauty of the dress, a raven purple color which represented the majesty of my royalty. It tucked at my body and perfectly fitted my light, pale skin. My naturally curled raven black hair seemed to caress the dress as it hung by my left shoulder. "Very beautiful, my future queen, just like always." I gently locked my small, thin fingers together. "Thank you,' I smiled. She nodded, saying, "Of course, your majesty." Opening the door, she led me through the halls of my grand castle.
