the princesses wish

the start.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

If I just don't turn around, just stare down, maybe they'll let me go.

The wind flowing through the air, her blond hair swaying, the dress her mother had forced her to wear, now all ripped up and dirty.

Maybe they'll see how miserable my life is and pitty me, let me leave.

Please.

The guard's sword digging into her back, scraping the skin just enough for it to bleed, their eyes digging into her like daggers, she winced at the pain, letting out a small squeak.

I just want to go somewhere there isn't all this murder, all this selling, all this....

Maybe we should start from the beginning.

Anna was a regular princess, no different from the others, or so they thought.

Her mother was brutal, selling Anna off to every man that is willing to pay enough for her desire, auctioning her off every chance she got.

Buying Anna new dresses, each more revealing then the last, using her daughters beauty to get more things for her greedy wants.

Anna was tired, her mother had forced her to wear this stupid green Dress, lace surrounding the hems, the skirt going down  to her feet, the tool making it poofy, it was the classiest Dress her mom had gotten her, it was beautiful, don't get her wrong Anna loved it, it just wasn't what she wanted, it was what her mother wanted.

She had a plan, how to escape, saving up every piece of cloth she got, day by day tying them together to create a rope, she was on the third floor, she wasn't too high up, but definitely high enough to where she would definitely break a bone if she jumped out.

It was dark out, around 12AM Anna guessed, not having a clock in her room to help tell the time, her mother was surely asleep right now.

She threw the rope out the window, keeping one end and tying it to her desk that was bolted to the wall, she secured it, made sure she wouldn't fall, and climbed out.

Her knees scraped the side of the building, a bit of blood dripping, but not enough to stop her, she was determined to get out of here, leave this life and start anew.

She made it to the bottom, climbing through the bushes that rip up her dress as she rummages through it, cutting her arms and legs, she ran out, stumbling a bit, throwing off her heels and going barefoot.

The guard's caught attention to this sudden movement and noise, a few decide to check, seeing the princess, and that's how we got here.

The princess up against the tree, her blue eyes tearing up and reddening, the tree pushing against her pale skin giving it a red color, the blood running down her legs, arms and her back, she whinces in pain as the guards surround her, poking her skin with their swords, one of the guards going into the castle to retrieve her mother.

Shit... shit shit shit!!

They take her by the arms and place them behind her back, holding her as they await her mothers arrival.

I will surely be killed if they tell mother what I did.

As her mother walks down the gravel path, her red heels making a crunching sound against the sand like ground as she walks, her menacing glare locked on Anna like daggers, her long tight fit red dress moving along with her legs, black hair flowing in the wind as she walked, her crown sitting opon her head, she was beautiful, gourgous even, she was the most stunning woman in the land...untill Anna was born.

"So the little rat decided to disobey me?" Her voice as smooth as silk, yet Stern and condescending, she stands there, a hand on her hip as her dark brown eyes glare at Anna.

"N-no mother! I was just trying to go on a walk!" Anna lies, knowing....hoping her mother would believe her.

"Hmm...guards, take her to the basement, she can wait in a holding cell till I figure out what to do with her.

Oh fuck, shit shit shit, I'm not getting out of this alive.

The guards drag Anna down the gravel, her feet sore, her body sore, aching as she walks with them, tears stream down her face as they make it to the door, pushing it open and continuing to walk, the hall long, black walls with red and gold highlights as furniture, big paintings displaying her mother, each one labeled "queen Eliza"

Awards lining shelves and walls, going further and further till you see the old queens, pictures destroyed in her mother's fits of rage.

As they make it down the stairs, down halls, then to the basement, Anna can feel herself get more and more nervous, her stomach twisting in knots, they chuck her into a cell.

Why.

As Anna sits there, she can't help but wonder why she has to live this way, her mother screaming upstairs, she can hear her, she sits there, crying and awaiting her mothers decision.