To Be A Princess (ON HIATUS)

CHAPTER 1 - It's A Beautiful Day... To Prank the King and Queen

IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL day. The sun had finally broken free from its cloudy prison and the drenched land soaked in the warm, golden rays. The colors of the landscape were splashed across the earth, not unlike paint on a canvas.

I sighed in pleasure as the sun soaked into my pale skin. I hate being cooped up inside. It was especially torture spending all day inside while it rained for months on end. But today was a special day. The day was absolutely perfect for my plans.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, I began to make my way to the kitchens. If I got caught, everything would've been in vain. Cook is ruthless when it comes to foiling my plans.

The back door to the kitchens creaked open. I froze as the sound echoed through the empty room. After a moment, I continued on into the kitchens.

I was rummaging around in the cupboards for the jar of pig fat grease Cook keeps when I heard a small bark behind me.

Lizzy, the sheepdog who lives in the kitchens, stood barking at my shadowed form. I knelt down and held up my hands in surrender.

"Lizzy, it's me, Sky," I hissed.

She walked cautiously over to my crouched form and sniffed my outstretched hands. Once she recognized it was me, she gave a small yip of joy and proceeded to cover my hands in dog slobber.

"Lizzy," I giggled. Her tail was wagging so hard, it managed to knock over several pots and pans. "Stop it!"

Suddenly, the main door to the kitchens creaked open and Cook's heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs. I quickly scrambled into an upright position and backed up towards the back door.

I glanced between the kitchen entrance and the back exit. With a sudden speed I didn't know I possessed, I lunged forward, grabbed the jar of pig fat grease, and bolted for the door.

I wrenched the door open, almost slicing my hand on the metal door handle in the process, and sped outside just in time to escape Cook's loud roar of:

"Skylar Kiarra Black! You get back here right this instant young lady!"

I sprinted across the grounds back to my small cottage on the edge of the palace property. However, before I could make it all the way to my house, exhaustion took over my body as the adrenaline-fueled energy rush wore off.

The door to the house opened with a loud creak. I entered quickly, shutting the door behind me. I gave a great sigh and slid down the length of the door.

After a couple minutes of resting, I got up and grabbed my brother's old cloak. I shuddered in disgust. It was like he had never washed it before.

I picked a piece of unidentifiable fluff off the hood and flicked it to the side. Then I flung it around me making sure the jar of pig fat was well concealed.

Once I was satisfied with my results, I began to trek back up to palace. I reached the main entrance and was greeted by my two accomplices, Princess Isabella and Lady Adeline, better known as Izzy and Addie.

"Did you get it?" Izzy hissed.

Her brown hair was pulled into a tight bun. Her dress was a black velvet and she wore a sheer black veil over her face.

"Er, yeah," I said. "Izzy, you do know we're only pranking your parents, not going to their funeral, right?"

"Of course I do," she replied, slightly offended. "Anyway, give me the grease."

I took off the cloak and handed it to her with the jar wrapped inside. The moment the fabric touched her fingers, she shrieked and almost dropped it.