Roaring 20s Royalty

Chapter 1- My Highness

The Silk of my elegant black dress felt incomplete, spread out across the polished wood floor behind me.

It announced my presence like a firework display, yet although each dress I've been given has gotten more elaborate, they also felt more and more alike.

Dull.

Of course in the eyes of a world renowned princess like myself that is how it should be, right? Plain.

I've always been expected to take interest in the most taxing of hobbies, if that's what you can call them. Fashion, dancing, poetry to be included. Each one on top of another seemingly just to tire me out so I could sleep as well as I could in a desolate room designed for two. Yes, that second slot was far from full, though its not for lack of options.

The only hobby my parents insisted I partake which I actually enjoyed was horse riding, dressage specifically. It was the only thing recently that had actually brought me any entertainment among my packed routine.

I had a horse named Trident, a large black stallion. The name came from the bridal my father had ordered for me for my first competition, which had a spike between the horse's ears that looked like a three-pronged trident. If I was honest I'd say I had a better relationship with that horse than anyone else within the palace, not any of my friends, though few in my line of work, none of the servants, and definitely not my demonic parents.