Princess Warrior [ON HOLD]

06

"Every intention is a
trigger for transformation."
-Deepak Chopra.

The day of the celebration came. The palace was bustling with activities. Servants were all over the place, doing this activity or the other. Thereby, causing a kind of hurly.

I went outside my room. I saw the bustling of everyone. They all had somewhere to be and something to do. But not me, I felt left out, as always.

I sighted Elena and she came running to my side. She said, "Good morning your highness. What are you still doing in these clothes my lady?"

I stared at my clothes. I was putting on trousers and a shirt. My basic outing clothes. I said, "I'm putting on my outing gear. I'm going out."

Elena shook her head. She said, "You can't do that your highness. I've been given strict orders to dress you up and not let you go anywhere."

I laughed. The instruction sounded like something Father would say. For fun, I said, "Who told you to do that? Father?"

Elena said, "No, my lady. It was her majesty, the queen. Your mother."

This wiped the silly smile off my face. I so didn't want to get on Mother's bad side after the brush in we had recently. I sighed and said, "Alright. I'll be in my room."

Elena said, "Okay your highness. I'll just get your dress from the seamstress."

I rolled my eyes. I said, "Whatever. Suit yourself." I walked back into my room.

Some minutes later, Elena arrived with my dress and some other serving girls who were to help me get ready for the ceremony.

After having a bath and scrubbing my body properly and rubbing it with some emollient, I wore a silk robe. Then I had my hair and face done. Elena with the help of the other girls put some oily substance in my thick hair to make it silky and shiny. Then they got my irregularly curled hair properly curled up in regular lovely curls. Some were held behind my head while the others were left to frame my face.

Then, some powdery substance was applied to my face to make my complexion vibrant and beautiful. Then a dark substance which I later recognized as kohl was added to my eyes to give it more character since it was just boring dark brown in colour. Lastly, a substance was added to my lips to give it a reddish pink colour. Then, I slipped into my dress.

The dress was blue in colour. It fit in all the right places. It also added some curves and edges to my rather straight like figure. Then, my tiara was placed on my head.

I stared at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but criticize myself more. I knew without a fact that I was ugly. I didn't posses the beauty my sisters had. But looking at myself then and there, I couldn't even recognize me.

I knew without saying that I looked beautiful but it was only due to the substances applied on my face. Which means that without it all, I was ugly. Very unattractive. In other words, I was lacking. It made me truly know where the faults in my face lie.

I shook my head and stood up. Enough of criticising myself. I had already accepted my lot a long time ago. I was definitely not that really beautiful princess that'd get married to some dashing Prince or that will hold nations spellbound by her beauty. That was not me.

I also knew that I wasn't the princess who would wow nations with her martial art skills and her valiance. That was not me.

I also knew I wasn't the princess with high intelligence, wonderful sagacity and excellent oratory skills that nations would clamour for and people far and wide would come to tap from such gifts. That was not me.