"Mother, where's my book I just bought last time?"
Braelyn inquired, searching through her bookshelves. Her mother, Shaba, responded dismissively.
"Oh dear, don't even bother. I already sold it."
"But mother-"
Before Braelyn could finish her sentence, Shaba interjected.
"We cannot eat your books. What is more important to you? Books or survival?"
Shaba fixed her gaze on Braelyn, arching her brows ever so slightly, a small smile playing on her lips, silently confirming that she was indeed correct.
"Now, come on, clean this mess, and do not step outside the house. I will come back soon."
With that, Shaba left, shutting the door behind her. Braelyn sighed as she picked up the books from the floor, placing them back on the shelves, her expression reflecting a hint of sadness."
"Braelyn's mind sparked with an idea, a surge of excitement propelling her forward. She dashed towards the wall, her hands swiftly drawing back the curtains that concealed her painting-a masterpiece capturing her liberated spirit, frolicking outside with a majestic castle looming in the distance. A smile, radiant with hope and longing, graced her lips as she beheld her cherished creation, a visual testament to her perennial birthday wish.
With a heart brimming with joy, Braelyn's voice rang out melodiously through the confines of the house. She began to sing, a gentle tune intertwined with the rhythmic cadence of her cleaning, infusing each chore with a sense of purpose and delight."
Locked in a house, a world confined,
No glimpse of outside, a life entwined.
Stars twinkle bright, in the velvet night,
Reading books alone, everything's all right.
In this house I stay, as the days unfold,
Mother keeps leaving, but my story's untold.
Cleaning up the mess, under this roof so tight,
Dreaming of the stars, in the silent night.
Walls closing in, but my spirit soars,
Pages turn slowly, as the night explores.
Mother's footsteps fade, in the echoes of the hall,
I find solace in the stars, a comforting sprawl.
In this house I stay, as the days unfold,
Mother keeps leaving, but my story's untold.
Cleaning up the mess, under this roof so tight,
Dreaming of the stars, in the silent night.
Locked away, yet my dreams take flight,
In the quiet hours, I embrace the night.
Lonely hours pass, but my heart's alight,
Underneath the stars, everything feels right.
In this house I stay, as the days unfold,
Mother keeps leaving, but my story's untold.
Cleaning up the mess, under this roof so tight,
Dreaming of the stars, in the silent night.
Locked in this space, my world so small,
Yet in the quiet moments, I feel the call.
Stars overhead, and a book in my hand,
In this little world, I'll forever stand.
While engrossed in the task of cleaning, Braelyn opened one of the drawers in search of her bookmark, secretly hoping her mother hadn't also sold it. Among the items, her eyes caught a glimpse of a delicate pink bow tie. Her fingers traced its contours with a mix of curiosity and tenderness, revealing an engraved name.
"Yvaine...?" she whispered, a sudden gasp escaping her lips
"Princess Yvaine!" as she recalled a discarded newspaper article in the trash - 'Princess Yvaine,' a lost baby princess for 16 years wrote on it.
Intrigued and perplexed, she walked towards the mirror, a strand of her hair held delicately in her hand. With a sense of whimsy, she used the pink bow tie to tie her hair, a radiant smile gracing her reflection.
"I hope you'll be found soon, Princess Yvaine," Braelyn whispered softly, her gaze lingering on the pink bow tie that now adorned her hair.
After hours of diligent cleaning, exhaustion finally overcame Braelyn, and she found herself sound asleep on the couch, an unexpected nap claiming her while still holding the broom.
"Braelyn!" Shaba's voice echoed through the house as she returned home, calling out to her daughter. Stirred from her slumber, Braelyn jolted awake, a fleeting moment of panic seizing her as she realized she forgot to conceal the painted walls. Hastily, she rose, rushed to close the curtains, and delicately removed the pink bow tie from her hair, placing it back where she had found it.
Positioning herself in front of the window, Braelyn steadied herself just as the door swung open, revealing Shaba's presence.
"Welcome back, mother," Braelyn greeted with a small, sad smile, the events of the day still fresh in her mind.
Shaba entered the house, a bag of foods and ingredients in hand.
"We will have roasted chicken for lunch, how does that sound?" she said, a smile gracing her face. Braelyn, eager and hungry, followed her mother to the kitchen, expressing her excitement with a chuckle.
"I love that! Okay, now I'm hungry," Braelyn exclaimed, as she chuckled, her tummy grumbling in agreement.
Shaba, attributing the delightful meal to Braelyn's books, remarked, "Well, thanks to your books, we are able to eat delicious food, don't you agree, darling?"
Braelyn's smile wavered as the realization hit her that some of her books were now gone.
"Mother, couldn't I have some of my money back?" Braelyn hesitated, questioning the disappearance of her cherished books.
"And why? Where did that money come from?" Shaba inquired, prompting Braelyn to recall that her mother gave it to her.
Braelyn looked down, her voice softer as she explained, "But wasn't that your gift? Because I cannot be allowed to see the world?"
Shaba dismissed her concerns with a hint of impatience, saying, "Quit your drama; you'll have one on your next birthday. Now go," as she directed Braelyn to other tasks, leaving the lingering disappointment in the air.
YOU ARE READING
Reclaimed Royalty: A Journey of Discovery
FantasíaIn the kingdom of Barviel Citadel, The Princess, Braelyn is abducted at birth by a mysterious woman with a vendetta against the royal family. Raised far from the castle, Seraphina grows up in obscurity with her kidnapper, who she believes to be her...
