Twisted Rose

When you are born into royality, you fear nothing. You don't get a sickening feeling when you have to go another night without food, or a embarassment when your clothes have patches in them, so ugly you want to tear them apart. You don't worry about who invites (or doesn't invite) you to their party. Also, you don't worry about being beautiful...

I was always complimented on my beauty, as much as I was complimented on my wealth and status. It became such a bore when a young gentleman would walk up and fawn over me like a dog does to a bitch in heat. They would take my hands and gaze into my eyes and say I have the most perfect dark violet eyes they have ever seen.... Or they would run their fingers through my hair and say they never felt much softer brown hair.... And thats one of the reasons they named me Beautyrose.

It became a bore, yes, but it also became a... need as well. My ears would perk up when I heard those words, when one of them men would rush over to me with his eyes no where else. The thing I rushed so early into hating, I grew to fall in love with the easiest of all.

My father, Sir Duke of Chamberway, gloated about his precious little gem; always saying it wouldn't be hard to marry me off, like the rest of his daughters. My sisters, all three of them, always gave me hateful looks and cold shoulders when I tried to pull a decent conversation out of them. But Fairylyn hated me most of all.

Fairylyn, the oldest and the only one of my sister's that are married, always treated me more violently than the others. When the others would only glance away, she would glare straight at me, her brown eyes surrounded by eternal flames of hatred. When Bethann, the second oldest, would stiffen her back when I asked her a question, Fairylyn would relax and ignore me without a second thought. While the others would at put up with my presence no longer than they had too, Fairylyn would either ignore me, or turn her full eyes upon me, daring me to speak a word, defiantly trying to make me feel unwanted.

The second oldest Bethann would tolerate me, but not much. Every time we were at dinner and a young man tried to talk to me, she would twirl her dark brown hair with a taunt line on her lips. Her mouth was so smashed together that it would be impossible to take a drink without it running out of the corners off her mouth. She would answer when I spoke to her, but didn't keep up any of the conversations. Her blue eyes held no emotions when they fell upon me.

Califlower, the youngest, was more gentiler with me, though she still bares a coldness for me no fire from Hell can ever unfreeze. She is still young, only thirteen, but still knowledgeable that all of Sir Duke of Chamberway daughters are suppost to do is attract men. Though there has been an incident when father caught Fairylyn with the Princess of Fauterlane... Califlower wanted to catch as many eyes as she can, to please our father i'm guessing. She would always wear low V-necks and dresses that never really touched the floor, let alone her knees. Her brown eyes and blonde hair were of rarity; she was one of the very few people in our country who possessed each of these features. Young men use to fall over her, that is, until father started to show me off.

Balls and formal dinners used to drive me insane; just standing had enough power to lure me to insanity. All the harsh lights and the off-key notes the orchestra was playing made my head rumble and corsets so tight I had to sneak out every half hour to untie the laces for just a precious moment of air. I used to fake sickness just to get away from not attending, but then father came to me saying that all the people coming to our parties were all here to see his precious gem, his precious Beautyrose...

Our mother didn't come around much; usually for our birthday parties and our anually formal dinners. She's mainly out of town, tending to business elsewhere. Mother reminds me way to much of Califlower; always begging for affection, and always mad when she's not the center of attention. Also, like Califlower, mother has blonde hair, but stunning blue eyes like Bethann.

Father, on the other hand, only cared about the profits he was going to make off of our marriages. When Fairylyn got married to the son of Lord of Reinher, the controller of Italy's banks, he went mad with love. But love for money, nothing else, or nothing less.

I soon fell in love with being beautiful, holding everyone's attention in your hand, not once getting cold glares or rude behavior.....not once being forgotten.....for the first time, being loved...

{A.N}

I had another account on here that had this up, so if you've read this before, i DID NOT steal it!!(: