Little Princess

Nightmare

Elven Queen-Queen Riniya (Mama)

*Nymeria's P.O.V*

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I feel so happy right now. My face was covered in pretty makeup and I felt delightfully small so really I was on top of the world. No one else could be as happy as me right now. My legs kick out slightly as I hum happily, feeling Mama rub my stomach as I look at her.

"How is my darling little angel doing?" Mama asks, making my nose wrinkle up.

"Are angels real?" I ask, deciding that I wanted to know the real important question and not the one she had decided to ask. I didn't care about being her darling little angel, that sounded boring. I wanted to know the real secrets.

"Yes, they are. Although I don't know what your belief of angels are?" Mama asks, making me quirk up. I knew a little about angels.

"They wear white and they have a golden halo and bright white wings. Or they're a glowing ball of consisting of eyeballs. That's what some people say," I say, earning a chuckle from Mama.

"Well for one, they don't wear white for one. I mean sure sometimes they do wear clothes that have white on them or just white clothes but most of the time they wear bright and colorful clothes. The same with their wings, they tend to have bright and colorful things. And most of them prefer silver actually," Mama says as she lets me crawl on top of her, snuggling onto her as she pats my bottom.

Mama was so soothing, she always made sure each touch was precise and gentle. She loved being so nice and gentle, just like all of my Mommies and Daddies. I can't blame her though, I enjoyed all of these little touches and they always made sure I was enjoying everything. Except for punishments, those weren't so nice.

"Mmm, I meet an angel?" I ask Mama, who hums softly. She combs her fingers though my hair, making me hum back at her. It was such a delightful thing.

"Maybe. We sometimes convene with them. I'll ask if they want to meet the most delightful little girl in the world who takes the attention of an alliance that most people fear," Mama declares, making me smile shyly. There was no way that she thought I was that delightful. I giggle softly, a small giggle escaping me squirm slightly, feeling her hand pat my bottom.

"I am not that delightful. I mean I am great but not that super great," I tell Mama who shakes her head.

"No you are the super greatest in the world," Mama says, seeming very firm on what she was saying. I puff out my cheeks slightly as she rolls over so that I was laying under her, covering me with kisses. Her love soon turns into a monstorous thing as she starts to tickle me. I couldn't believe that she was tickling me, that was so mean of her to do. I kick out my legs as I try to squirm away.

"Let me go," I squeal as I squirm to get out of her hold, my legs kicking out slightly as I try to crawl away.

"Why would I do that? That would be silly darling," Mama says as she kisses my shoulder when I continue to try and squirm away. I giggle slightly when she pulls me closer, sitting up. A small whine escapes me.

"I want to be magic like you," I inform her, looking at her with wide eyes. I coo softly when she pulls me closer, my hands burrowing into her dress.

Mama chuckles, rocking me slightly. I nuzzle into her, closing my eyes. A tiny nap didn't sound too terrible. I hum softly, feeling happy and content with her holding me.

It's dark. So dark and so cold. My teeth are chattering slightly as I move away from the cold. My feet move slightly, the darkness all around. I swallow dryly, looking around as I press my lips together.

Where was I? It was so cold. So very cold. I can see my breath in front of me. I am just cold right now. It hasn't been cold before.

My bare feet walk slowly on the stone floor, going down the long hallway as I look for Mama. Or anyone that could possibly hold me. Being held was nice, it would take the cold away from me.

I open my mouth to call, my throat aching before I can even force the words out. I whimper slightly, pressing my hand to my throat. I wasn't sick was I? I didn't want to be sick...that would be horrible.

I get closer to the end of the hallway, stepping through the wooden door that was cracked open. I whine slightly, or try to when I see the sheet on the table. It's an ugly sheet, a plain white one.

My hands twitching as I try to move closer, feeling like the room is stretching out before me. I whine softly, my eyes blinking slowly. The noise comes out this time, echoing in the quiet room.

My feet lead me to the table, every step feeling like I'm being weighed down. I couldn't believe that I was being weighed down by practically nothing. My nightgown was thin, practically not there.

I reach the table, looking at the sheet that seems to move. Against my instincts, against my will, I start to pull the sheet down. My body feels like ice as I swallow, tugging the sheet down with a heavy amount of force.

Something crawls up the back of my throat, reminiscent of a scream as I look down at...at...myself. My face was marred with old age, my skin wrinkled beyond anything I could even imagine. My hand moved against my will as I touched my face.

The skin gives away from underneath my hand, turning into dust in an instant. A shrill scream escapes my mouth as I jerk my hand back, my heart in my throat as I fall backwards. I scramble backwards as I stare at the table, the body turning into dust that falls onto the ground.

The dust seems to surround me, feeling my mouth and my nose. I choke on it, my hand clawing at my throat. I tried to scream again as I kicked away.

My body shoots up as a scream escapes me, blood covering my hands.

The horror movies I've been watching got to me in this chapter😔