The Forgotten Princess

Chapter One.

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From a young age, Rosemary was cherished across all the land. She was the only daughter of the king; The rest were boys, slobs.

Rosemary was also the most stunning.

She stood at 5 '3 with medium-length golden locks and ocean blue eyes, while her brothers had dark copper-colored hair with a tint of gold and blue piercing eyes.

People treasured Rosemary, it didn't make sense as to why her brothers didn't seem to make a difference in the small town of Nisyork.

Dom, Nicholas, and Kyle.

She always guessed it was because she was the first-born girl in the royal family.

Her mother was a goddess, at least, she thought so.

Rosemary always adored her mother, her copper hair and green piercing eyes made her stand out in a crowd.

Rosemary's parents met in the kingdom of Chaos; that's the nickname it's picked up since the prince ran away with a girl from a county who's come to watch the arranged marriage.

Turns out, the prince and girl have loved each other for a while, they'd frequently sneak out to see one another.

Arlo Rave & Addison Nostell.

Their families soon found out about their marriage and decided to side with their son, on behalf of his happiness.

Arlo Rave & Addison Nostell are now Arlo Rave and Addison Rave, Rosemary's beloved parents.

Rosemary ran to the bedroom door, coming to a halting stop just before reaching for the doorknob.

She inhaled sharply and exhaled with ease.

She was nervous for the ceremony, the night prior, her mother told her it was her brother's coronation day. She wasn't upset, or envious. She was nervous, nervous about how things in the kingdom would turn out now that Dom had the crown.

He is the oldest so it makes sense but Dom hasn't always had the purest intentions. She'd overheard him talking to Nicholas and Kyle about the changes he would make and how he would make the people devoted to him, but she brushed it off.

She lifted her hand from her side and twisted the doorknob, opening the door wide enough to slip out of.

She stepped into the hall and then looked down at her dress. A rosy pink puffy one, like one you'd see someone wearing to a ball. Her hair was neatly laid into a half up half down style, her light ponytail held by a rosy pink ribbon tied into a bow.

She glanced around the hall, there were tons of maids scattering from place to place; one stopped before her and greeted her warmly.

Rosemary had known this maid since she was little, she was practically her stepmother.

"Good morning, Rosemary." She said,

Rosemary flashed a pearly white smile.

"Good morning Elen. Do you need help?" Rosemary replied sweetly.

Elen shook her head, denying the help.

"Don't worry dear, I got this." She continued before returning to her work.

Rosemary waved Elen bye and walked down the palace stairs, the white shimmering heels on her feet clicking with every step against the marble tiles, neatly placed along the floor.

The guests quickly scurry to the stairs, hearing the clicking against the tiles.

Audible gasps filled the room, amazed by how dolling the princess looked.