The Cursed Princess

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Ever since she was a little girl, Princess Thessalia always knew she was different from everyone in her village. Just by the way her eyes change colors when she's mad or by the way she can make things move with her hands, or by just having magic in general. Having magic in her village was something most commoners where not keen on.

It was something the commoners hated because they were scared of it. They were scared of the dangers it could cause or if it got in the wrong hands. But they were mostly scared that Thessalia would turn out just like the other one... The one who nobody mentioned; the one they haven't seen in years ever since her fall.... But Thessalia knew she would never harm anyone, she just uses her magic for good.

Thessalia was 'blessed' with magic since the day of her birth but now at age eighteen, she knew it was not such a blessing. The village kids were afraid of her and, worse even sometimes her parents were, because she couldn't control her magic.

Her parents, King Lycaen and Queen Freya, were afraid that if their daughter couldn't control her magic that she'll hurt someone and they'll get blamed. Though, they were most afraid of her finding out the truth of how she got magic.

"Thessalia, dear, will you please get ready."

Queen Freya sighed as her daughter ignored her and continued to look out the window watching the rain fall. It was such a beautiful and calming sight that Thessalia went whenever she was stressed or sad. And today she was stressed. So she ignored her mother and looked out the window.

"Thessalia!"

There was a warning in her mothers stern tone as she called her name. Thessalia sighed and turned to her mother. "Yes, mother?" she said sweetly with a hint of sarcasm.

"Get ready, dear, the ball is in four hours!" Queen Freya said obviously annoyed as she ran a hand through her almond brown hair.

The princess rolled her eyes as she got up. "Mother, I do not see why I have to go. All you and father do is talk and talk," she said standing in front of her mother. Thessalia was the exact image of her mother; she was beautiful. With her long dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes; she looked just like a goddess. The only difference she and her mother had was their hair and personality. Her mother was more 'everything has to be perfect' type of person as Thessalia got her fathers personality which was carefree. "Then their is me in the corner standing awkwardly while people, your friends, stare at me. It gets annoying, mother."

Thessalia sat down in front of a huge glass mirror and a one of the maids came running to her. "What would you like me to do, miss Thessalia?" The young maid ask brushing her masters hair.

"Leave it do-"

Her mother's voice cut in. "Actually," the Queen looked at her daughter who was glaring at her. "Put it up like last ball but leave some hair down in the front."

The maid nodded and started to work on Thessalia's hair. Thessalia sighed. "I still don't see why do I have to go."

Queen Freya ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "Thessalia we've been through this before. You have to go; if you don't then people won't look up to you as future Queen of Indrucria and before you know it, you will be queen." She was by her daughter now, looking at her. "And I know you will make a great queen but you have to at least try."

"What if I don't want to be Queen of Indrucria? What if I want to be something else; like a poet or a writer?" One thing she hated was that she had to be queen as she was next in line. Being queen was something she wasn't looking forward too. "Can't I pick what I-Ow!"

The young maids face was flushed as Queen Freya stared at her. "Sorry, milady," she quickly apologized then went back to work.

"It's fine," Thessalia said to the maid, who nodded. "Why is this ball so important mother? It's going to be the same like all the other ones; with annoying music, ugly women, and dancing." She shuddered at the thought of dancing. She hated when she had to dance with any young fellow who asked her; they always stepped on her shoes.

"The ball is important because King Velsean is coming with his wife and sons, and he is one of the wealthiest men in the world, beside your father. So this is important for your father and I."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You are our daughter so you have to come," the queen said getting annoyed at her daughter. "Now stop asking questions and sit up straight like a lady, and not like some...peasant!"

"Fine!" Thessalia huffed and sat up straight.

"Good. You're becoming more like a lady everyday and who knows maybe one gentleman will actually take your hand in marriage."

Thessalia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That'll never happen."

"Tolla you may go now. I'll do the rest." The was a hint of tiredness in the Queens voice. "I need a moment alone with my daughter

The young maid, Tolla, bowed and left. There was an awkward silence that filled the room as they heard the door shut. Neither the mother or daughter talked to nor looked at each other. Finally Queen Freya spoke, "I am disappointed in you, my dear," her voice was soft; filled with unknowing emotion.

The princess stood up and stared at her mother in disbelief. "You are disappointed in me? I did nothing wrong, mother, so you shouldn't be disappointed!"

Queen Freya rubbed he temples as her daughter yelled. "This, dear, is what I am talking about," she said walking over to her daughter then, thought best of it, walked away. "You always have a bad attitude. A princess is not suppose to act they way you do. They are to be nice, not rude." Her voice was raised now. "Why can't you be like that?"

"Because..." Her voice was soft as Thessalia spoke. "Because I don't want to be one! Why can't you understand that? I want to be something else; just one day I want to be someone no one knows. I want to be someone no ones fears!" A tear fell down her cheek as her chest was heaving up and down.

"Come here," her mother said softly holding her arms out. She understood her daughter for she knew someone who wanted to be different and not feared....

Thessalia slowly walked into her mothers arm and wrapped her arms around her, tightly. Her mothers fingers slowly ran through her ebony hair. "I am sorry, mother."

"Me too. I do love you, you know that, right?"

"Yes, mother."

The both slowly pull away and smile. Even though they fought, a lot, there was this mother and daughter bond that always pulled them back together.

Queen Freya put her hands together. "Okay, let's get ready for the ball."

Thessalia groaned but smiled. "Okay," she said.

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How to Pronounce:

Thessalia - (Thess-A-Lee-Uh)

Freya - (Free-Yuh)

Lycaen - (Lie-sin)

Velsean - (Val-Shawn)

Indrucria - (In-Dru-Keer-Ee-Uh)