The Princess of Darkness

Chapter 5: The Dress

                                                                        Chapter 5

Tiffany's POV

So my name is Tiffany and I am the princess of Mortalius. I'm 14 years old, and basically an adult, but no one treats me like I'm an adult. Since I won't be queen because I am the younger sibling, my mom says that I don't have to be respected as much as my brother. I think that's unfair, I should be just as respected as my idiodic older brother.

My older brother Alexander treats me like I'm some stupid kid. He acts like I'm five, even though I'm only two years younger than he is. Alexander is only eighteen and he's already starting The Choosing! My mom and dad went through The Choosing when Dad was 25 and mom was 23. Father tells me that Alexander is going through The Choosing so early because my age is so close to his, and he wants me to go through The Choosing when I'm 20.

It's all so freaking confusing!

So right now there are like 20 girls in the palace that are from some speck of a town in the Savage Lands. Now we have to have like another Choosing to decide which of the weird small town girls can stay. It's not like any of them stand a chance, my brother is such an idiot, he'll just pick the prettiest girl and choose her.

When I have to go through The Choosing I will pick a guy that can treat me well. I'm never going to be queen, so my husband won't have to be smart or diplomatic, he can just have a great personality.

I'm dreading this stupid dinner tonight. The advisors are postponing the arrival of the real possible future queens so that we can send all but two of the village girls home. I think that we should just send all of the girls to work in the kitchens, but my ideas are never considered.

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Elizabeth

I have never seen someone so extatic about something as silly as a dress. Isabelle practically lost her mind while searching for the perfect ourfit for this dinner tonight. She is currently in my closet frantically throwing dresses here and there. Once in a while you'll hear her say something like, This won't match her skintone or Her eyes will clash with this one. I don't think that I'll ever make it to the dinner at this pace.

Isabelle finally picked out a dress. It is a teal blue gown that trails behind me. It makes me feel regal and important. I wish that my sisters were here to try on gowns like these. Isabelle asks me to take off my dress so that she can fix a seam. I reluctantly take it off, and walk into the bathroom. There is an enormous mirror. In my house we had no mirrors, to see my reflection I would stare into metal pots, or the stream outide. I had never seen such a detailed picture of myself before.

I have bright blue eyes that match my gown that I just had on almost perfectly. My eyelashes are much longer than I had imagined them to be, and my nose is small and dainty. So far I like my appearence. I have always been average height in my village, but compared to Amelia, Isabelle, and Jennifer I was a giant. I hope that my ladies are just short, I don't want to be taller than everyone at the dinner. My hair is strange. I have only ever been able to see the ends of my hair, never the roots. The ends of my hair were always light blonde, but the top of my hair is just a caremel color. My hair is nothing special compaired to my ladies' hair.

Anyway, my skin is very pale. I think that it makes me look sickly and pasty, but Isabelle says that pale skin makes a lady look dignified. I still think that it makes me look strange, but what do I know.

"You can put your dress on now!" Isabelle yells.

"Coming!" I reply. I gaze at myself in the mirror for a while longer though.

"Elizabeth!" Isabelle screams.

"I'm coming!" I snap. I walk out of the bathroom, and Isabelle basically throws the dress on to me. I'm dressed in no time. The blue dress reminds me of a river, its layers fall like wave, and if you stare at the fabric for a while, it kind of shimmers. I never want to take this dress off.

Jennifer had a really bored look on her face while she put up my hair. My hair was pinned around my head in a braid like a crown. She used some blue eyeshadow that matched my dress, and my eyes looked so blue, and bright.

Amelia walked into the room and gasped when she saw me. She squealed loudly.

"I love your dress!" She yelled. "And your hair is so pretty!"

"Thank you." Isabelle and Jennifer said in unison.

"You have to be down in the dining hall in five minutes, so lets get going." Amelia said.

"Wailt but I don't have any shoes!" I blurted.

"I can take care of that!" Isabelle replied. She opened the "closet door" and inside was an entire room full of every type of shoe imaginable. I was used to the door at the end of my room changing. Sometimes it was an entrance and exit to my room, and sometimes it led to other places. 

I was ready for dinner.