Fluttershy

Quinn

Sitting up in my bed was probably the only thing that I did on my own today. My fairies in waiting had practically fed me, dressed me and helped me down to my throne next to my parents.

When I had sat on the chair, crown atop my head, I quietly folded my blue/green wings inside my back where they were hidden from sight. Instantly, my father was down my throat.

"Quinn, sit up straight and act like you want to be here." He said to me. I reluctantly obeyed. 

"How did you sleep my dear?" My mother asked.

"Fine mother, just like always." I groaned.

"Quinn, are you alright? Are you sick?" My mother said, about to come over to me and check my temperature.

"I'm fine, Mother! I'm crystal clear fine!" I yelped at her.

"What's wrong, my little pixie?" She said.

"Don't call me that. I'm almost seventeen, I'm not your little pixie anymore. And it's not even how the saying goes. It's my little princess, and I'm not that either." I growled at her.

"Quinn! What has gotten into you?" My father said, shocked.

"Nothing, Father! Other than EVERYTHING!" I yelled. I didn't know why I was acting up all of a sudden, but I took this chance to tell them about what was bothering me for the past couple of years. "I can't do anything without someone already doing it for me! I can't even go outside the palace without thirty guard fairies at both of my sides. I just want to be left alone and do something by myself!"

"Quinn, you are princess of Fluttershy, you can't go off and do something without the proper protection, you know that." My father replied. "If something were to happen to you-"

"Fluttershy would die in my missing place, I know I know." I finished for him. "But can't I at least feed myself and dress myself?"

"Well, that's not a problem for us to fix, Quinn. You'll be queen in a few weeks on your seventeenth birthday, you should start to take charge and control your fairies in waiting." He said.

"That's the thing. I don't want to be queen. I want to have a normal life, where I can actually do things. And not have to ask anyone for help. It's my life, father, why can't I choose it?" I asked him.

The door to the throne room opened a little and a man's face popped into the room.

"We will talk about this later, Quinn. Honestly, this is not like how a princess should act." My father said, before waving in the man.

But I knew it was over. What was said was all he was going to say. Never once did he ever talk about something later when he said he would. That's what I hated about him. But still, he was my father, and it would be dishonorable to not please him.

I turned away from him and put my elbow on the side of my throne, and my chin in my hand, slouching. I heard him cough and looked up. He nodded his head, telling me to sit up. I once again reluctantly sat back up.

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That night, I had a plan. I was sick of this palace, sick of having a princess life ran for me. So, when my fairies in waiting shut the door, I immediately threw the covers off of my body and created a light with my powers in my hand. 

I unbraided my hazelnut hair and put it into a large ponytail behind my head. I then went to my closet. The funny thing is, I had almost never seen the inside of it since I was always dressed by my fairies. The minute I saw the inside, I stepped back in surprise.