The lost princess of Arenthia

Chapter 1 ~ wow ~

Amorette <3

The sweet aroma of peaches and burning incense wafts through the room. The steam melding with the smell of smoke from the fireplace causing my nose to tingle in delight.

I've always enjoyed the smell of burnt wood and a new book. Especially when it is alongside a cup of tea on a rainy day. It makes me feel alive! As I glance through the tainted glass windows, my eyes narrow trying to see anything past the tick droplets of rain trickling down the panes. As much as I love the rain, why did it have to rain today of all days?

No one likes walking through the rain! Mud stuck to their shoes whilst carrying a heavy bag of groceries.

Doesn't sound the best, now does it?

It doesn't matter, I have to go outside. Whether I like it or not, food isn't going to buy itself. Well, I wish it did.

I huff before picking myself up from the biscuit-coloured hanging seat I am perched on. If you ask me; I for one think that moving is too hard, too much work.

I drift off to the kitchen, my fuzzy purple socks dragging on the floor. One of the strings getting stuck to the floorboard. I am tired, really tired.

I haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

I place my mug into the sink, my spoon clanging against its rim. As I washed my mug, I would on occasion try and make bubbles. Pinching my thumb and index fingers together, creating an 'o' shape.

Alas, it never works.

I dry my hands with the beige and white checkered washing cloth that hangs on the cutlery drawer beside the sink. I pull down my sweatshirt sleeves just enough to cover my hands, my fingers peeking out the top. The lavender colour pops up against my dark skin. Dragging myself into my room after walking for what felt like hours on end. My legs start aching, so I sit down on my bed just so I can relax. Some people would dare call me lazy but don't lie, you would do it too.

I start thinking. I hate thinking! I mean I think it's more that I hate overthinking. Honestly though unlike what I normally think, what I am thinking right now is true. I can't feel it, that happiness I normally feel.

Today feels off.

I brush off the feeling, pushing it to the back of my mind. I don't need to overthink right now. I walk up to my closet and open it up. The clothes spill out, all those colours, so bright, blinding my eyes. I start crying internally, remembering how many times I told myself I would clean up my closet but my excuse was always, "I have no time".

Today I have no time either.

I pick out black leggings and an oversized green knitted sweater with cute strawberries. I strap on my bra and pull on my clothes, tripping and falling twice in the process.

I look into the mirror as my eyes scan over my body. I'm tall, which is okay I believe. I'm 5,8 and chubby which isn't the best mix. Well, I have a little curve in my hips but that's it. My belly is plump, my thighs are huge and so is my chest. I overthink too much! Overthinking isn't a good thing. At least God thinks I'm one of a kind, and so do I.

Well, I hope.

Beauty is on the inside, and I believe I have one of the best hearts in Arenthia. I pick up the rest of my clothes from the floor and chuck them back in the wardrobe.

"I'll do them later." I sigh, picking out some fuzzy green socks from my nightstand. I pull the socks on, my feet feeling warm under all the fluff.

I pull my brown braids back into two low ponytails stretching down to my lower back.