Fallen

Chapter One // Jasmine

   Jasmine ~ This blissfully perfumed flower represents modesty, love and sensuality, which makes it an extremely romantic flower. Jasmine also signifies elegance, nobility and grace.

   The morning sun slowly beamed down from my window seal, shining onto my sleeping face. I laid curled up in my blankets with my wings covering most of my upper body.

   I groaned and tried to roll onto my side, but winced in pain; I had accidently laid on my wing. I sat up on my bed, rubbing my sore eyelids before letting out a tired yawn.

   " Princess Jasmine?" I hear someone say, slowly opening my bedroom door and peeking through; it was Carla, one of the castle's many maids. She was what you could call, my 'mother figure' since she acted more like a parent then a maid. She helped fill in that role ever since my mother died. She'd check on me, made sure I ate, and always helped me dress and be on time. Carla looked around my age, but was probably my mother's age due to her immortality she gained when she died and came here," Sorry if I woke you." She apologized.

   I shook my head," No, you didn't."

   She nodded her head," Your father wanted me to remind you that you have the orientation today." she stated formally, her hands placed in front of her.

   " Thank you Carla." I say with a slight smile. And with that, Carla exits the room, shutting the door behind her.

   I let out a sigh as I reluctantly swing my feet over to the right side of my luxurious queen size bed, slowly touching the cold stone floor of my bedroom, sending cold shivers down my spine.

   I finally stumbled out of bed and walked over to my dresser, where I began to pull out articles of clothes.

   In the end, I picked out a beautiful, pure white dress with laced patterns on it.

   I slipped out of my nightgown and into my dress -which was always tricky for me because of my wings- then grabbed a hairbrush from one of the top drawers and began to brush my blond curls.

   Once finished, I slipped on a pair of white high-heels before looking into my mirror. I stand there admiring my dress, but there was something missing...

   That's when it clicked. I snapped my fingers and walked over to my nightstand, picking up a beautiful wooden book with an angel wing crest on it. A light smile danced on my lips as I traced my fingers over the crest. I slowly opened the box and pulled out a beautiful diamond tiara. I placed the box down on my bed and walked back over to my mirror, slowly placing the crown on my head. It looked crooked on me, and no matter how many times I tried to fix it, it would not stay in place. I sighed and stared at myself in the mirror; I had hated wearing my crown, I always prefered a flower over it. But I had business with my father today, so I had to look my best. Plus, I didn't mind wearing my mother's old crown.

   " Princess?" I hear Carla say on the other end on my bedroom door," Are you almost ready?"

   " Almost...." I say, trying to get the crown on right. Carla peeked in, then sighed once she saw what my predicament was.

   " You can never get this on right..." she mumbles as she strides over to me, fixing the tiara till it sat perfectly on my head," Oh! And you should wear your blue shawl with that dress." she scurries over to my dresser and pulls out a light blue shawl before running back over to me, wrapping in around me.

   "How do I look?" I ask, twirling around like a child.

   Carla inspected my outfit before nodding," Perfect." she turns away and heads towards the door," You'll be down soon, correct?"