Brooklyn

Brooklyn

I gazed out my window upon dozens of small, stone houses outside the walls of the castle. A deep sigh escaped my mouth.

"Princess Brooklyn?"

I whipped around facing the source of the startling voice that broke the silence of my quiet room.

It was the cook.

"Oh," I gasped "It's just you"

Ellyn tucked her hair behind her ear. "Sorry for the interruption princess, your father wanted you to attend his dinner party tonight and-"

I rolled my eyes. "I hate dad's dinner parties."

I slumped into my window-side bench.

Ellyn walked over to me. "Well, I heard a prince from the kingdom of Antangia is going to be attending the dinner." She said in a suggestive voice. "Go get ready princess, I believe the guests are arriving."

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I closed my dressing room door behind me and pulled my closet door open. I looked at my gown choices. My brown gown, "Hideous!"I mumbled to myself. My pink dress, no way. And then my gaze fell on my favorite green dress. I pulled the gown out of the closet. "Definitely!"

I changed into the dress and slipped on my silver heels. I glanced at myself in the mirror before opening the door to the dressing room. As I left, I saw my dad standing at my bedroom door.

"Oh, Brooklyn, you are going to wear that to the dinner? It has a stain!"

I combed through my hair with my fingers.

"Nice to see you too dad!!! And yes, I will be wearing this to the dinner."

"Brook, there's people I want to impress down there. Please put on your new party gown." My dad pleaded.

"Who are you trying to impress?!" I demanded.

"Well, there's a queen visiting from a nearby kingdom and-"

"DAD! Mom died only 9 months ago and your already-"

"Brookie, it's not like that, it's-"

"What is it dad?!?" I cried. "What is it?" Tears spilled down my cheeks as I turned around and closed myself in my dressing room. I sobbed as I pulled on my pink gown. I couldn't believe him.

When I heard a knock on the door, I spun around on my heals and pulled it open. It was Ellyn. I collapsed into her arms.

"C'mon honey, lets get you cleaned up."

Ellyn dried my tear stained face. "Oh, Brook," she said, pulling my last strand of hair into a clean, tight braid. "I'm sure your father isn't looking for a queen."

"Thanks Ellyn, you're the best." I hugged her as I stood up from my make-up table.

"You better get going, your father is waiting."

I smiled, walked out of the room, and made my way to the dining hall.

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When I walked into the dinner party, I immediately wanted to turn around and spare myself the boredom but the doorman already shut the door behind me.

A hand rested on my shoulder.

"What's the rush Brookie?" My dad asked.

I brushed his hand off and turned around.

I dragged myself to a velvet chair with a place card that read "Princess of Meara, Brooklyn Morah." I dropped into the seat and scanned the other members of the dinner party.

Much chatter buzzed throughout the dining hall. Classical music played softly at the other end of the room as couples danced to the soothing tune.

I huffed and rested my chin on my hand.

This ought to be fun.

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After a half hour, I was already bored out of my mind. I stirred my food with a fork. Most everyone that was at the long dinner table was now doing the waltz across the room. I turned to get up and leave this joke of a party when a prince from the kingdom Antangia was standing right beside my chair.

I jerked from surprise, knocking my fork from the plate, sending it flying. I blushed from embarrassment. He laughed, then kicked the stray fork under the table.

"Let's dance." He said, reaching a hand out and waiting for a response.

"Excuse me?!" I shouted, standing up the next instant.

He smirked. "Our parents are making us."

I rolled my eyes. Dad has been trying to set me up for two years.

"Why on earth would I dance with y-"

"I'm not going to enjoy dancing with a weak, little princess like you either, so lets get this over with."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. What a jerk.

He placed my hands on his shoulders and he began to slow dance. I looked around the room to break the moment of awkwardness that followed.

"Call me Edward." He blurted after a few minutes.

"Good to know." I snapped, glaring at him.

Edward spun me around so fast I tripped over my own feet, then his. He let go of me and grabbed his feet. "What the heck was that for!?" He shouted as I fell to the floor.

I snarled at him from the ground. Edward bent down and wiped off his shoes.

He let out an angry puff. "I'll forgive you." Edward gripped, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me up.

I'd had ENOUGH. He was about to wrap his arms around me again when I swatted his hands away and stepped back. He wore a surprised look, but still reached for me. Beyond frustrated, I slapped him across the face. Hard.

He grabbed his check and crumpled to the floor like a dead rose petal. Whimp.

The queen of Antangia rushed over to the scene when she saw I had just slapped her dear son.

"Princess!!" She screamed, as she pulled her son from the floor. "My son was just trying to flatter you. He is very sorry if he offended you, princess, but there is no reason to get violen-"

"No." I interrupted, straightening myself out. "Your son was never trying to flatter me, so don't flatter yourself."

I turned to leave when my father stepped in front of my path.

"No daughter of mine goes around slapping people for no rea-"

"No. There was a reason and I'm leaving."

I pushed past him and walked to the door, but as soon as I left, I bolted to my room. I don't need a prince, I don't need dinner parties, I don't need clean dresses. I don't need any of this.

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