This is the story of Princesse Matilda Victoria Eleanor de Galles. The Eldest daughter of Princess Catherine and William of Wales. The futur queen of England.
The crisp March morning at Kensington Palace was alive with anticipation. Matilda woke to the golden rays of sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, a smile breaking across her face as she stretched. Today was no ordinary day—it was her twelfth birthday.
The sound of giggles and hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Before she could sit up, the door burst open, and George, Charlotte, and Louis tumbled in, each carrying something for their older sister. George held a tray with a carefully balanced breakfast of pancakes and fruit, Charlotte clutched a small bouquet of flowers picked from the palace gardens, and Louis, with a proud grin, carried a brightly wrapped gift that was already threatening to slip from his tiny hands.
"Happy birthday, Tilly!" they all shouted in unison, their voices filled with excitement.
Matilda sat up, laughing as she took in the sight of her younger siblings. "Thank you, all of you! This is the best wake-up call ever."
Charlotte set the flowers on Matilda's bedside table and leaned in to give her a hug. "We helped cook the pancakes! Well, George and I did. Louis mostly ate the strawberries."
"I was testing them!" Louis piped up indignantly, crossing his arms.
George carefully placed the breakfast tray on Matilda's lap. "Here you go. Mama said we could bring it up, but we had to be very careful."
"Thank you, George," Matilda said, touched by the effort. "It looks perfect."
After breakfast, Matilda joined her parents in the drawing room for a quieter moment before the festivities began. Catherine wrapped her daughter in a warm embrace, her eyes glistening with pride. "eleven years old," she said softly. "It feels like just yesterday you were taking your first steps."
"Now I'm almost a teenager," Matilda teased, though a shy blush crept up her cheeks.
William chuckled, pulling Matilda into a bear hug. "Not too fast, please. We're not ready for that yet."
On a small table nearby, a beautifully wrapped box caught Matilda's eye. "Is that for me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It is," Catherine said, handing her the box. "It's something special from your father and me."
Matilda carefully unwrapped the gift to reveal a delicate charm bracelet. Each charm told a story: a tiny crown for her royal heritage, a book for her love of reading, and a snowflake to symbolize her passion for winter sports.
"It's beautiful," Matilda whispered, her fingers brushing over the charms. "Thank you, Mama and Papa."
The celebrations truly began later that afternoon in the palace gardens, where friends and family gathered for a party. The garden was transformed into a festive wonderland, with colorful streamers, balloons, and a long table set with treats fit for a princess.
Matilda's closest friends, Maria and James, were the first to arrive. Maria greeted her with a tight hug. "Happy birthday, Matilda! I've been counting down the days."
"Me too!" James added, handing her a small box. "Open it!"
Inside was a set of watercolor paints, something Matilda had mentioned wanting in one of their many conversations about art. "This is perfect," she said, beaming. "Thank you, James."
As more guests arrived, including cousins and family friends, the garden buzzed with laughter and games. Charlotte and Louis insisted on organizing a scavenger hunt, with Matilda's bracelet charms as inspiration for the clues. The children raced through the garden, their shouts of excitement echoing in the crisp spring air.
One of the day's highlights was the arrival of a special guest: Matilda's godmother, Zara Tindall. Zara, an accomplished equestrian and one of Matilda's role models, brought along a surprise gift—a pair of riding gloves and a promise to take Matilda to a training session at her stables.
"Thank you, Aunt Zara!" Matilda said, her eyes shining. "I can't wait."
"You're growing into a fine young lady," Zara said with a proud smile. "I can't wait to see what you do next."
As the sun began to set, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived: the cutting of the birthday cake. The three-tiered masterpiece was adorned with edible flowers and a figure of Matilda skiing, a nod to her love of winter sports.
Everyone gathered around as Matilda stood behind the cake, her cheeks pink with excitement. William placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Make a wish, Tilly."
Matilda closed her eyes, a secret wish forming in her heart, and blew out the candles. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause.
Later that evening, after the guests had left and the younger children were tucked into bed, Matilda sat with her parents by the fireplace. She held the charm bracelet in her hand, turning it over and over as she reflected on the day.
"Did you enjoy your birthday?" Catherine asked, stroking her daughter's hair.
"It was perfect," Matilda said, leaning against her mother's shoulder. "Thank you for everything."
William smiled, his heart full as he watched his daughter. "We're so proud of you, Tilly. You're becoming an incredible young lady."
Matilda looked up at her parents, her blue eyes sparkling with gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without you."
As the fire crackled softly in the hearth, Matilda felt a deep sense of contentment. It had been a day filled with love, laughter, and the kind of memories she knew she would treasure forever.
Author's Note: hey guys, if you see some different age between the picture is because there is not a lot of picture of Princess Ingrid ^^So I'm trying to make it real but it's a little bit hard so please be ok with this.
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