It was another very rough day in your home with your family. The sunlight heated your tiny cottage, and it made the conditions to work harder. You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you continued to clean as your mother worked outside in the garden.
Sweep after sweep, no matter the direction, the dust always found a new surface to overtake on the floor whether it was the creaking wood beneath you, or the stack of old books left untouched by the table chairs.
You were grateful for a roof over your head and parents to take care of you, but your heart yearned for more. You hated the life you were currently living. You hated that "days of rest" didn't exist in your household. Yet, most of all, you hated that because your family was poor, True Love or friends weren't an option.
"Y/n!! Come outside and help me pull these weeds, please, dear!" Your mother called out from the garden. Your father was out working at the mill in town.
"Yes, mother!, I'm coming!" You replied in a respectful tone loud enough for her to hear. You set down the broom along one of the walls of the cottage and walk outside to help your mother.
When you reached the garden, you saw your mother holding her back as she bent over to pull the weeds out. The bottom of her clothes were all muddy and stained. You pitied your family, but especially your mother, for she had been a hardworking woman like this her entire life.
Immediately, you step to her side and help her tug out the weed. Your mother then winches in pain due to her tired back and legs.
"Mother, please. I think it's best you head inside and get rest. I've already cleaned the cottage, and I can finish this up." You told her, rubbing her shoulder.
"O-Okay dear.. Thank you so much, my love." She replied, giving you a kiss on the cheek before making her way inside, limping a little and still holding her back.
You sighed as your attention returned to pulling the weeds. It was a messy job that couldn't be finished with clean clothes. You pulled out some more weeds before noticing a group of kids your age, more wealthy than you, come by to taunt and watch.
"Hah! Look at her dress! It looks like the rags I used to clean my toilet!" One of the kids mocked. She was wearing a beautiful light pink gown, and her hair was put into a bun with pearls pinned around it. Her group started laughing at you as you struggled to pull more weeds out.
Keeping your cool (or trying your absolute best too,) you focused on pulling on weeds. Your temper was cooling until you pulled this one weed. As you tugged and tugged, it wouldn't budge. On your last tug, you put all your strength into pulling it, and when it finally gave out, you fell back into the mud, with the tough weed in hand.
Her group laughed hysterically as you fell backward into the slope. After a few more seconds of laughing and mocking you, they finally went away.
You got back up in anger and embarrassment and swiped the chunks of mud and slope hanging on your dress and got your hands covered in mud.
"Ugh." You groaned as you looked at your hand, dripping and covered in mud. Knowing your house didn't have its own water supply such as a well or a fountain, you made your way to the town center to clean yourself up.
You started walking to the center of the town, which was where the well was. On your way, you had stares falling upon you from all directions. At first, you thought it was because of the way you looked and were covered in slope, but something else came to mind as you heard murmurs and whispers.
"Is that really her?.."
"There's no way.."
"Look at her! How could she be the one?!.."
You had a look of confusion on your face but still treaded forward to the well. When you arrived, you started with your hands and then continued to your dress.
Your hands were clean, and so was your dress. It was just that you were a little soaked by the water you cleaned your dress and hands with.
Finishing up, you then made your way back out of town and to your cottage.
The whispers and murmurs didn't stop, and you were getting more and more confused. It was only when you saw a royalty carriage by your cottage your stomach dropped.
You saw your mother talking to the guards with an expression of overwhelming joy and shock. Frantically, you rushed by her side to see what was wrong.
"Mom?.. What's going on?.." you asked. Your thoughts were trying to fathom, let alone gather what was happening.
Your mother turned to you and held your face with happy tears running down hers.
"We're royals, sweetheart. We're no longer poor!" She exclaimed before pulling you in a tight hug.
"W-what?!- I-I don't understand!" You replied in a state of clear shock. Your heart skipped a beat to her claim of being royal.
"Sweetheart, we have royal blood. Somehow, your grandfather on your fathers side was a king in this area! We don't ever have to worry again!" She explained, holding you close by cupping your face and touching your head with hers.
A lump in your throat formed before you could speak. The kind of lump in your throat you get when you're about to cry. Soon, tears started running down your face and dripping from the end of your chin.
"M-Ma, are you being serious?.." You asked. You just had to make sure because it seemed too good to be true. Especially after all this time wishing it was.
"Yes, my love! You don't ever have to worry again. We don't ever have to worry again, sweetheart." Your mom smiled as tears ran down her face too.
Instantly, you both shared a tight, warm, embrace of a hug.
It felt like a dream. And you didn't want to wake up. You couldn't remember the last time you and your mother hugged like this, let alone felt joy.
Suddenly, one of the guards stepped up and asked your mother a question.
"Your majesty, would you prefer to be transported to your castle now?" The royal guard asked.
Breaking the hug, your mother looked at you, nodded, and then looked at the guard, holdingyouru hand tightly in hers.
"Yes, please. We'd be honored." She answered.
As the guards set up the carriage for your transportation, you couldn't help but stare at the cottage you were soon leaving. The cottage that took care of you when you were little. The cottage that was your castle when your family was poor.
You stepped closer to the cottage, brushing your fingers along the old wooden dusty doorframe, and saw the sunshine shine into your soon to be old home. Your heart flustered with gratitude as you stared into the home.
"I'm gonna miss you, old girl." You whispered to yourself before leaning your head on the doorframe and drifting away back to the carriage.
The carriage door was open and ready for you to board onto. You stood staring at it, beholding its beauty. It had glowing, shining, golden rims that curled into patterns along the carriage doorframes, windows, and wheels. Beautiful white horses led the carriage, and it was coated in soft white paint.
"C'mon dear, let's not spend any more time of our lives here." Your mother told you smiling and reaching her hand for yours inside the carriage. You took your mothers hand and climbed inside to sit beside her, and admired the inside as much as you did to the outside. The seats were puffed with soft white cushions, and some paintings covered the inside ceiling of the royal transport. You were stuck in awe and looked out the window the entire ride.
Soon you saw the large castle beholded in front of you with luscious green pastures and mesmerizing colorful gardens. All of this was yours. After years of a rough life,
this was yours.
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