The WrongDoing.

Chapter One.

The sun was rising on the East of the city of Monarchy, Spain or kingdom which most that lived there called it, it was home for most commoners. The city was beautiful, filled with music and festivities to entertain the people, hosted by the one and only King of Monarchy, Spain known as Jose Carlos.

But, that doesn't matter in this story. It was 6:15 AM when Princess Isabella Carlos had woken up, prepared for another day of business and proper work. She sighed just thinking about it, getting up, she ran her hand through her curly brown locks of hair, she got up and huffed, scratching her head, she made her way towards her dresser and opened it, her hand against the smooth wood, it was cold, of course, it was winter time and it was freezing cold. She wasn't excited for what the day had in stock for her since it was her usual routine on a Wednesday. Once dressed she made her way down the stairs, rushing since she hated having to eat quickly, she sat down at her usual chair, her hands on her lap and her back against the wooden material of the chair, the cushioning she sat on felt like a pillow which she had liked for as long as she could remember. It was a porridge morning, her favorite, it was full of flavor and pure warmth, something she was always fond of, she grabbed the correct spoon that sat beside her bowl of porridge, decorated with pieces of blueberries picked  from the bushes that grew besides the castle or they had someone pick them from the garden or gardens outside of the gates, those were always rich with flavor, thanks to the people who owned those very gardens. When breakfast time is done, she had to choose her gowns for the day, strolling through the city, visitng the orphanage and then there's dinner with her father, the King, of course.