Yes Your Highness 18+

01

I lay in my bed, wide awake as the clock ticked relentlessly on the wall, its steady rhythm echoing the frantic pace of my thoughts. At night, my mind seemed to ignite with an energy that eluded me during the day, refusing to quiet down when I needed it most. Tossing and turning had become an unwelcome ritual, a nightly dance of restlessness that left me frustrated and yearning for peace. 

As I closed my eyes, I found solace only in dreams of escape, my imagination swirling with visions of far-off places, untouched landscapes, and a sense of adventure that felt just out of reach. My deepest desire was to break free from the confines of my current life, to wander without restraint. Life had rarely shown me kindness; the weight of expectations and realities pressed heavily on my chest.

I was the only daughter of Noah and Stacie Myrtle, and though my name resonated with familiarity, it felt more like a label than a reflection of who I yearned to be. My older brother, Rajah, had a name that sparked curiosity and intrigue, but I often felt like a shadow in his more vibrant presence. 

I turned onto my side, my gaze drifting out the window to the world beyond. Outside, snowflakes danced gracefully in the night air, twirling and swirling before settling softly on the ground. The sight was both beautiful and haunting; it reminded me of the freedom I craved, each flake a reminder of how trapped I felt within these four walls. It was as if I were a bird, wings clipped, longing to take flight for the very first time, to soar high above the constraints of my everyday life.

Embrace the small joys, I thought to myself with a hint of sarcasm. It's bound to make things easier, I mused again. In the quiet corners of my mind, I frequently find myself mocking my parents' unwavering belief in me, their voices echoing with a steadfast faith that often feels like both a comfort and a burden. 

I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought. I want to close my eyes. But my thoughts kept on ticking in the back of my brain. When I do finally fall asleep. It had to be at least two in the morning. I wasn't worried about school since my parents decided to do homeschooling for me. I could get my education at home in the exact place where I didn't feel safe. My dad would threaten to kick me out if I didn't obey his orders. But he wasn't the alpha of our pack. He was just a normal he-wolf who was the beta of the alpha. I suddenly begin to hear noises from the next room over. My friend Sasha had been staying the night in the guest room with her so-called mate. She was three years or so older than me. Life was just full of surprises. Because the next thing I know, it's now three in the morning. Sasha and her mate were going at it. All I could do was try to cover my ears with my pillow while trying to ignore my imagination. It was hard trying to ignore what I was imagining on what they were doing over in the next room.

I then heard her voice, soft and melodic, as it gently called my name, breaking through the haze of my thoughts. A sudden sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of relief and gratitude for her presence, a soothing balm to my restless mind. Just as quickly as her voice came, an overwhelming stillness enveloped the room. The familiar background noise faded away, replaced by a profound quietness that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I found myself sinking deeper into the comfort of my surroundings, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. Slowly, I managed to fall into a deep, restorative sleep, letting go of the day's lingering worries. My mind, once a whirlwind of thoughts, finally began to calm down, and as I drifted further away from reality, I felt myself slipping into the enchanting world of Dreamland, where anything was possible and worry no longer existed.

The next morning arrived only a few hours after I finally managed to drift off. The entire household was enveloped in a thick silence, broken solely by the persistent ringing of my alarm clock, which was insistent in its message to get up and face the day. Glancing at the glowing numbers, I realized it must be at least seven o'clock by now. I had only snatched a couple of hours of sleep during the night, and yet, despite the fatigue tugging at my eyelids, I felt an unexpected surge of optimism. Perhaps today would be different.