I stepped out of my closet as quietly as I could, freezing for a moment to listen for anything stirring in the corridor on the other side of my bedroom door. Everything was silent, as expected. My bare feet advanced towards the glass doors that led to a balcony. Thats when I saw my reflection.
A tall and thin girl with dark chocolate hair hanging long and straight, framing her oval shaped face stared back at me. A pair of equally dark eyes and a thin nose reflected nerves. And adrenaline. There was no way I was going to pull this off.
But I had to. For the sake of my sanity.
The master plan did have some hope. The countless freckles splashed across my face would help me blend in.
I exhaled slowly and gently opened the door. The sweet evening air greeted me, kissing my cheeks and rustling the leaves on the vines that twisted up the wall. I snapped into extreme focus and reached behind the thickest vine. My fingers fell upon a stolen ladder that was placed there yesterday.
Swinging it into position, I climbed down three stories, avoiding windows or any that might give my position away. From here I jumped down into the south gardens.
The stone benches and carefully trimmed hedges looked spooky in the dim sunlight so I left as fast as I could. Its crazy how foreign your own backyard seems when you're attempting a break out.
I was going insane. You would too if your life was being lived for you. Everything I've ever done was accomplished with a team of assistants behind me. So I planned to get away from it all. To escape to the city I barely knew. And now its time.
With a great sigh I ran my fingers over the smooth, marble outer wall. The only part of the wall that was unguarded, that is. A burst of wind blew my "peasant dress" over my skin, the burlap fabric was way more itchy then I was used to. I looked back at where I came from. I looked at the outer wall. Then, I jumped it.
Nearly screaming with the joy of being free, I danced a danced that I never knew I had in me. But the feeling went away as my dream became more and more real. I dropped to the ground and began smearing dirt over my hands and feet, to help blend in even further. Thats when I heard a booming voice from around the corner. Guards making there sunset rounds. I needed to move.
I ran probably half a mile before I stopped and hid behind a tree in the middle of a field. The plan had worked. But what now?
I walked in a trance until I found myself dazed sitting under a cliff on a black-sand beach watching the sun sink lower in the orange sky. Beaches were easy to get to from any part of Camilia.
Camilia is a small island country in the Pacific that bursts with wild life. Everyone who has ever visited here has stayed because of much they love the culture, especially our perfect monarchy. Gotta love the royals. Camilia's population is made up of the people who live in the central city,named Camilia City, after the country, and the surrounding seaside villages. These villages supply the entire island with food and other products that can't be grown in heavily populated areas. Thats why each one is home to only two or three dozen families. The village I sit in now is Pesca. Its closest to Cam City, where I come from.
The central city is gorgeous. Tall buildings line every narrow stone-covered street. I suppose you could compare it to an old european neighborhood, except with more tropical influence. I love it there. But I don't know anything about it besides what it looks like from my bedroom. That's why I left. To be among the people.
I stood up from where I sat and walked back up the beach to the grassy hill that marks the outskirts of Pesca. Then, on a split second decision, I got very hungry. And it was getting darker. I walked the half-mile back to the city and wandered through the streets until I found a satisfying vender. The man said he was from Frutas, a medium sized village south-west of here that grew many tropical crops. He sold me the most amazing papaya I'd ever eaten, literally my first taste of freedom.
That's when I heard the voice.
"Hey you! Halt in the name of Queen Rebecca!"
The Queen's Guard.
I couldn't be caught by the Guard.
Why?
Because I'm Princess Katherine Chase, Queen Rebecca's daughter.
And I'm out past my curfew.
I darted to the side and ducked into a large group of drunken vendors stumbling around laughing deep, throaty laughs. The stench of wine was so strong that I stumbled back, coughing against an old stone building. The Guard was coming closer. I crouched down and looked for a good place to hide.
I found an old entrance to the buildings basement and broke through the boards. It was dark, damp, and crowded underground. The Guard would never find me here. I pushed my way through old boxes and crates, squished myself between some shelves and the wall, and waited. I thought about what would happen next. Would I actually go through with this? Would I actually live my life on the run? Would I get caught?
Then I realized I wasn't alone.
Across the room was a pair of electric blue eyes staring into mine. We sat like this for a while, in complete silence. Then I spoke.
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HEY! I was inspired to write about a princess while napping in American HIstory! I hope you like the idea!
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