The Princess's Secret

Bisuits and Jam

"Alright Miss, I think it's best you come out now." Delores kindly said, gingerly picking at the wet curls I had around my face.

"Ok." Is all I can muster. Baths always had a way of making me feel tired and weak, but it was a feeling I loved. That was why I liked to take them before bed. Not after someone had mysteriously drawn on my face.

I sit up, Melody's soft hands holding onto my back to give me some extra leverage.

The tub gurgles as the water slips down the drain, growing shallower and shallower.

"Well now, princess. Tilt your head to to the light a little." Evelyn instructs, her face set in determination. I do as I'm instructed, leaning my head up a little.

My girls set to work, scrubbing my face raw, attempting to fade the signature that was sprawled across my face.

The alcohol is strong and burns the inside of my nose slightly, the acidic smell familiar and unwelcome.

"I wish I remembered what happened." I complain, trying not to squirm away from Melody's hand which holds a rag smelling of alcohol.

"It's alright, Miss. You shouldn't stress yourself or you'll age prematurely." Melody consoles me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I do believe that's just a myth, Melody." Evelyn snips, clearly distraught by all the commotion that took place this morning. I sigh, feeling guilty for putting my girls through this.

"Well, sometimes myths are true." Delores mumbles to herself. I don't comment on it, I'm not going to make a scene right this second, it seems somewhat pointless.

I search my brain, confused as to why I can't remember anything that happened last night. It's so frustrating.

"Well, there. Good as new!" Melody chirps happily, she turns my face toward the mirror, and she's right. It is as good as new, you can't even tell Sebastian was scrawled across my cheek.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" I inquire, rubbing my cheek, it's even softer than usual.

"Well now, it's time for you to head down to breakfast, Lady Roselle will already be snippy about you being late." Delores says, folding a used towel in her arms.

I nod, taking one last quick glance in the mirror before I stand up.

"Now Miss, what will it be today? A nice shade of grey? A beautiful lavender? A soft pink?" Melody grins at me, she had always liked picking my dresses out for me.

"Hmm.." I pause, thinking of all the guests that will r probably be down at my dining table right now, Nicholas will probably be one of them.

I'll show him what it feels like to regret things.

"I think I'm going to go for a... crimson red today." I say, firmly.

"Red?" Melody raises her eyebrows at me, confusion written all over her face.

"Yes, I think it will add an elegant appeal to what I've endured." I clasps my hands nervously in front of myself, hoping she won't see through me.

"What you've endured? Sorry, I don't quite understand." She gives a nervous laugh, blonde strands of hair falling from her perfect bun on the top of her head.

"In other words, Melody, it make me appear more... confident." I say slowly, hoping she'll just drop the subject and grab a red dress for me.

"Alright..." She finally concludes, going into my closet. I walk in behind her, feeling my body quiver a little, remembering what happened last night.