Queen Rosalie Strathmore sighed with relief as her daughter, Emily, skipped into sight. Observing Emily's ripped breeches and dirty underclothes, her cheery mood suddenly dissipated.
"Where have you been?" Rosalie's stern voice caught Emily by surprise and she stopped in her tracks.
"Oh Mother, I was playing down in the woods with Jimmy. I thought Father would tell you." A sudden wave of guilt washed over Emily.
"Jimmy? The stable boy?" Emily inclined her head slightly, "you know I don't like that boy! A princess should never associate herself with ones lower than her. I forbid you to see him again."
"But Mother-" Emily protested,
"No 'buts'. My decision is final. Now go get yourself cleaned up," she clicked her fingers and a servant arrived quickly at her side. "Go run the Princess a bath."
The servant nodded his head respectfully and set off quickly down the wide hallway, his shoes tapping gently on the stone floor.
"Off you go Emily, I expect you to be clean and appropriately dressed for dinner; we have guests."
"Yes Mother," Emily replied, before hurrying to follow the servant to the bathing rooms.
"She's not always going to listen to you." A rough voice that she recognised as her husband, King Lucifer's, startled Rosalie. "She won't be your six-year-old sweetheart forever."
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Forgotten
FantasyEvery little girl has a wish. A wish to be a princess. Except Emily Strathmore. Who is just that. A princess. Emily does not want to be a Queen. But she is the next in line, and her father is growing weaker and weaker each day from age. Determine...
