November 15th.This day happened to be the worst of a particular Birthday girl's life.. princess salt, the only heir to her mother's throne; had received dire news a few hours prior. The girl threw herself onto her large bed, the springs squeaking and clattering beneath her weight as she pulled a pillow into her chest; suppressing the strong emotion that threatened to spill from her being at any moment, all that pent-up anger transforming into sadness. Slowly she took a breath, sitting up. Princess Salt stared out of the window into the endless abyss, the day's events running through her mind in a blur.
What kind of could have caught her so disturbed–
So exasperated? What worries could she have? She was a princess after all!☆[SALTS POV]☆
It was an objectively chilly November day; chatter and laughter emerged from the outside markets. my eyes narrowed as I groaned. What time was it? Early, it must've been. The sun had barely risen! But what could I have expected? Many folks of mine had to work early to provide for their families, a problem my mother had inflected upon them years from the current; Something I'd put an end to once queen. Though never understanding my mother's methods I would not dare to question them. I ran my hand through my silky white hair, the length being quite a bother. inhaling the scent of whatever was cooking downstairs; my eyes flashed to the outside; and then to my door. I was exhausted, but.. Princesses must wake up early! Or.. So, that's what I was taught, more now than ever. It wasn't always easy living my life.. well.. who am I kidding? It always was! Today was my 19th birthday, and I refused to let this day go to waste. Every year it was the same, a huge festival! But.. this year, I wanted anything but that. 18 years of it has gotten old. Heavens, it got old by the sixth! Even as a girl, I knew it wasn't for me, but my mother insisted. A Nice walk oughta' do. Rarely did I have time to myself, and I was fortunate enough for my mother to accept my request. Though, I'd have to be watched.
I slipped out of my Nightgown into a pink dress; decorated with flowers and such. I forced my matching corset over it, pulling and tugging at the complicated strings. Even at age nineteen I still could not figure out how to get this thing on. With a sour expression plastered onto my face, I exited my room, my knights and guards already in position. Eyeing every one of them with a grimace, I scowled, ignoring the maids and butlers trying desperately to catch my attention whether it would be to ask questions or provide recommendations, in which they were held off by the knights. I could never say I was a morning person. silently, I made my way down the stairs which spiraled. I could hear them follow me. It got old fast. Never could I be satisfied with basic necessities, I often became bored too quickly. Sometimes I feel trapped. However; I couldn't complain too much.
The money, the fame, the recognition I received didn't disappoint. I couldn't say I wasn't like.. that upset.
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☆THE SPICE IN OUR LIVES ☆》An II AU
Fanfiction[This Au, Of course, is historically inaccurate.] Hundreds of years ago, the world as we know it was broken up into three sections for each kingdom to thrive, amongst the Demons and fallen heavenly guardians that had found themselves on this wor...