Royals

Chapter 1

                  

I lay still in my bed with my eyes open staring at the fireplace that is across from my bed. I'm not supposed to be up this early so I just lay here and I look around my room. My eyes start at the doors, gold double doors with pink lace like engravings ending with plural handles. The doors are taller than me though I am short so they wouldn't seem as tall to someone that is more highly elevated than I am. My light pink walls make my room look commodious even though I have multiple dressers, couches, and closets. My dressers comprise of all my gear, jodhpurs, riding hats, body protectors, and half chaps. My closets hang all my mandatory tea, ball, party or even a night out dress. All my furniture is supposed to have everything Gold and perfect. Everything in my room is pink and gold. Pink because my favorite color is pink and gold because that's what every royal has. I look up at the ceiling and immure all the enlarged famous paintings, Vincent Van Gogh with the painting of the potato eaters, Monet with the painting of the view from rouelles, and my favorite, Jackson Pollock with the painting of the mural. When my father built this house I meticulously choose these works of art from the quarter. I remember when I was little my father took me to the quarter and let me pick out anything I liked that would be placed in my future room.The quarter is where everyone in the village buys, trades or sells. Whether it is food, clothes, housing appliances, furniture, or nick-knacks. I remember walking over to the art stand where I was first encountered with art. My father noticed the paintings I was staring at and he starting telling me all about the painters and their works of art. He told me that it takes a scrupulous hand to do the works of art and the patients of a photographer trying to get the right and perfect photo, and from that day forward I was determined to be that kind of person.  I continue to scan my room.
I look at another set of cracked doors that lead to my washing room. From what I can see at the angle I'm looking at is a clear tub, it's almost as tall as I am; it fits almost my entire body so when I am in it I can't fully lay flat like I can in the river. The handles are parallel with the faucet which is also clear and the feet that the tub sits on are little clear stools. Even though I can only see my tub, I know what else lies in there. I know to the right of the tub is a sink that looks like the inside of a clam shell and marble counters and dowers that hold my hair ties and bob pins. Hanging on the wall above it is a mirror; if Iwere to stand in a certain place I'm able to see my entire body. Next to the sink is another closet that contains my swim suits and flower caps. I love to swim during the time of my free hours. One of the maids I had when I was little taught me how to swim, my father would have taught me himself if it weren't for his job that kept him in his office. My father was always having a meeting with someone important. I remember when I was little I walked to his office wearing my swim suit, dripping river water on the carpet in a flower cap and tugged at his coverings beckoning him to see that I accomplished how to swim, but he just shoved my hand away and waved me out of his office. My mother is never around; I would not see her for days at a time. I used to think she was dead or missing, but occasionally I see her walk around with tea in her hand and a scarf around her head even in the summer time. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't in a Royal family. I wipe sudden tears from my eyes. I'm not a crier; the only time I remember crying is when I saw my father cry; He cried when his father died. If I was him I wouldn't cry because that just means I'm would be the new ruler. I know it's foolish of me to think that way, death is a tragic thing and I scowl at myself. I find myself looking back in my past, I don't know why though, I guess I have a nostalgia felling about it.Circling back around to the left side of the tub is an open shower; the water comes from the top and the sides then drains out at the bottom. I'm the only one in the village that owns a shower like this, but I am grateful to have it. Outside of my washing room to the left next to my bed is a bookshelf. I keep all my favorite books and small painting there. Anything that means
a lot to me or has some meaning to me lies in my pink bookshelf.