~~A twisted version of Cinderella that is bound to captivate you~~
How awful can it get? Being the rightful heir to the throne, the fairest in the land, of proper manners and royal nuances. Yet, how did she wind up as the resident rat of the Royal f...
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Princess Eleanor of Carston
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Ellana's Point of View
At eve, I sat on the purple chaise by the window to enjoy the cool evening breeze. It was even better today since it rained just around thirty minutes ago. At times like these, I just sit and think about how my life was a cruel and amusing joke.
But my life wasn't all bad... All other royals without red hair were imprisoned, so I count myself as lucky. Lucky that my aunt, the Queen dotes on me and the King is madly in love with her and listens to whatever she says. I envy her...
That reminds me of the prince I'm betrothed to. Last we met, I was twelve. Six long years. Sigh. But he never ceased sending me gifts and books and dresses, and sending letters... I love the attention, but I wish he was here, his being the only company I enjoy to the fullest. Being around him, I could be myself. However, I don't think I'm in love with him... Ugh... So confused!
Thud!
"You're so clumsy Mira! Goodness, pick up these clothes!"
"You bumped into me first!"
"I don't care, Princess Annabelle has asked for her tea. Clear up this mess so I can go through."
"Come now Tara, just walk over the clothes. After all, it's "Lady" Ellana's clothes."
"Oh, you're right. Filth like her won't mind a few trampled clothing I see."
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Wow, today's conversation is even more penetrating. Pfft. It's always like this. Conveniently, I can hear them from my chaise or balcony. I'm looking forward to today's gossip though. I'm kept up to date thanks to their, albeit incessant rambling. Princess Annabelle was Eleanor's younger sister. We hardly spoke though, the King didn't want me anywhere near her and Eleanor.
I am not a princess either, Aunt Azira argued my case and got me the title of "Lady" which clearly, no one respected. But still, thank you aunt.
I made my way to the balcony, going to the left side which was close to a vacant room the maids had made their gossip lounge. My room was...a guestroom of some sort. What am I saying? It is a guestroom, just one inhabited by someone who is not a guest. Without these disrespectful and loud maids, I'd be so bored out of my mind with loneliness. So I still tried to be grateful. I am grateful. But I can't wait to get married to Prince Delve and leave this place!
My lady's maid was unfortunately bullied because she never joined in when I was being insulted but she didn't exactly like me either. Sometimes I felt like a maid myself because she often left me to do my own cleaning, even leaving directions on what to do sometimes whenever she felt lazy or wished to romance her lover. I think she wasn't bothered by me because I tolerated her nonsense.
