Prison Of Perfection

Part 1

Good day! My name is Princess Cordelia. I'm 14 years old and I used to live in a castle that had 775 rooms. These include 19 State rooms,52 Royal and guest bedrooms, 188 staff bedrooms, 92 offices and 78 bathrooms. I lived with my mother and father and 3 brothers, Augustus, Silvester and Sebastian. You've probably guessed we were very rich. My father is king Philip and My mother is queen Tarlia. So why would i want to run away from it all?

My life was a perfectly planned out timetable. I was raised to be the perfect girl. My parents made all my decisions for me, deciding, my friends, my toys, my social life, what I do, what i say in public, everything. It was a tradition to have four children in a difference of a year. It went Augustus 17, Silvester 16 and Sebastian 15, father really wanted 4 boys but he got stuck with me at the end. I didn't see my brothers much as they spent all there time with father, sometimes id see them playing polo on the grounds but other than that only at dinner. I would spend breakfast and lunch with mother and the boys would spend it with father. Mother would spend her time with me, teaching me sowing, being a good wife/mother, how to talk/walk/act like a lady and sometimes sit outside watching the boys play polo. Father would do interesting things with the boys (that not meaning to sound weird), things i was never aloud to do. Did i mention there was a colour code? For the boys there rooms were blue and white, so were there toys, books, beds, uniform, clothes, anything that boys were expected to have. The same applied to me other than my colour code was pink and white. I hated it, I hated all these stupid rules that we had to obey, i would of rather been homeless!

The moment that changed my life for ever happened on Christmas. All day I spent with mother, i mean, it was nice to spend time together but pretty boring. Before Christmas dinner i had to get myself looking perfect. I put my long blonde hair in a bow bun on top of my head. I put on my usual pink heavy make-up. I wore a white strapless shortish dress with a pink short sleeve fur coat and pink heels. I walked down into the dining room where my family awaited for my arrival. I walked up to father who sat on the far end of the table. 'Good afternoon father, you are looking well' I handed him a rose and then he gave a pathetic fake smile. I was about to walk back when he said 'Cordelia, what is that your wearing?' 'Does it not appeal to you father?' i asked a bit confused 'no, it is much to revealing, go change immediately!' 'revealing? Father, it does nothing of the sort' 'do not argue with me cordelia, i am telling you to change, it is not a way for a girl to dress' 'but i don't want to change'. I just said the 4 words we're not aloud to, 'i dont want to'. You could see the rage in fathers face. 'young lady, you do not EVER talk back to me now get changed, NOW!' he's never shouted like that before so i sped walk off to my room after letting out a huge teenage 'UGH', avoiding not to make eye contact with any of my brothers or my mother.