I awake to the sunlight streaming in through the just-opened blinds. The sun is fairly high, so I'm guessing Mother let me miss our daily family breakfast. How thoughful. Whatever.
Mother grew up in the village of Granos with her parents and grandfather. An only child, she was some what spoiled and recieved the very best education possible. She was sent to a private university to attend 4 years of schooling before finding a job. Thats where she met James, aka Prince of Camilia. They courted until his corrination, when they married. This ment Mother was Queen. Only problem was that King James, also my father, died of a heart attack when I was 6. But, everyone loved the Royal Couple so they voted to keep her as the first female ruler of this country, and she has done very well. Hooray for her.
"Queen Becca" and I don't see eye to eye on many issues, including my personal freedom.
I rolled over to see one of my maids and my manager, Elle, standing over my bed.
"Well, good morning Princess! Glad to see your awake." Elle said this with one of her way-over-the-top grins, showing off her newly whitened teeth, no doubt. "You've got a very busy day planned. First, there is an interveiw for the local papers, you have to make an appearence in the throne room this afternoon, then..."
She babbles on for a moment, but I tune her out, like usual. Elle and I have a complicated relationship. Sometimes shes happy, sometimes shes furious. Sometimes I listen... well I usually don't listen.
Elle is short and about as wide as my finger. I've never seen her under-dressed, always in suits and dresses. She wears enough make-up for the entire country and her short, white-blonde hair is constantly groomed. I guess this is her way of fighting age, though she's only about 30. But my least favorite part of Elle is her determination to get everything done her way. She manages every single thing I say, wear, and do. And I am sick of it.
After shes done going on and on about my daily schedule, I request privacy so that I may change into the proper attire. I'm such a lady, as everyone knows.
"Oh. Of course, Princess. But please, meet me in the east meeting room so that we may talk to Queen Rebecca about your summer wardrobe."
Because my mother totally cares about what I wear when its hot out.
Finally, I'm alone, just me and my thoughts.
Sort of.
I start towardsd the bathroom door, surprised to see the new maid standing there, nervously biting her fingernails.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the staff." I said as joyful as I could.
"G'day Princess." She bowed to me, her chocolate colored ringlets bouncing, and continued. "Elle requested that I supervise you this morning. I am also to find you some suitable clothes for the day. My name is Jillian if you need anything else." Jillian bowed again and walked to my wardrobe.
"Thank you, Jillian." I rolled my eyes at her foolish bowing. My regular maid, Hannah, knows that I prefer her to treat me as just a friend. I'll have to tell her to spread the word.
I continue into the bathroom, to find a bath drawn, complete with light purple flower petals and a touch of floral perfume. How very nice of her. I soaked in the bath and thought about the night before. The running, the hiding, the adrenaline, all still fresh in my mind. Shaking off the feeling that someone was watching me, I climbed out and dried myself.
Back in my bedroom, I found the Jillian standing by my bed holding a neatly folded dress. At first I though that Elle might have told her what to pick, but when I held it out in front of me, I realized I was wrong. The dress was a pale shade of coral with small, delicate sleves and a casual empire waist. From there the light, flowy fabric drops to the knee. It was simple and beautiful. Much better then the eyesore that Elle would have chosen. I slipped the dress over my head, Jillian brushed my hair into a loose bun, and I placed the thin gold band that represents my elite status on my head. Then I walked down the spiral staircase at the end of the corridor with a spring in my step.
