As I walk down the hall I hear talking from the king's quarters. Well yelling;
"She is to young to marry, she doesn't have the responsability." my mother's voice echoes through the palace.
"Prince William is a fine young man, he could teach her the responsabilities of being a Queen."my father's voice replies.
"But, she is to young. The people don't even know her. She's never been out of her chambers, and certainly won't be anytime soon."
"She is mature enough for some responsability, she'll be fine. She's been in her room to long, she could use some fresh air." he says sternly
"She could if the war would end. She will not leave that room unless she is completely safe."
"There are guards all around the castle, nothing would happen. And its al right to let her out and see her people. They think she's dead!" he shouts.
A tear runs down my face as I listen to my parents fight. A small wimper escapes my lips as I cry silently. Of course it's they think I stay in my room only to be safe.
They would never think that I wouldn't want to prance around in a beautiful gown during the balls or stand in front of my people smiling and waving.
They didn't know me. How could they think I only stayed in my room for my own safety. I walk around town in my cloak to not show who I am but, also so people wouldn't judge off of my beauty and think I am a snob.
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Beauty
RomancePrincess Cellia of Athanasia has never seen her people or outside her room, as far as her parents know. She escapes out into the streets every week to hang out with her friends, but, all she tells them are lies, the only real thing they know about h...
