Looking out my window at the rolling hills, I cannot help but let my mind wander to the thought of romance. Will I ever meet a dashing prince with a large castle and gorgeous summer house by the Inilisto Ocean? Or will I get to be swept away from it all by a rogue who crossed me once on the street and fell madly in love with me? Maybe a knight under my father's command has had his eye on me for awhile? Letting a dreamy sigh escape my rosy lips, I continue my daydreaming and gazing longingly out a window, half expecting the rogue to appear any second over those hills to confess his love to me.
A knock on my door drags me from my thoughts, turning my attention to the aging maid standing in the doorway. She has stopped waiting for an "enter" a long while ago. I don't blame her though. Sometimes, I sleep for very long periods of time and miss dinner. Josephine brushes the strands of graying black hair off of her forehead, only for them to fall back down again. Content with the futile effort, she begins her usual chores of making my bed and laying out the dress for today.
"Do you think I'll ever find love?" I ask the maid wistfully.
"Is this off the record?" Josephine inquires as she pulls the white sheets up to the matching pillows.
"Huh?"
"Permission to speak freely, princess?"
"Permission granted."
"You rejected all twenty suitors at the party the other night, and let me tell you, some of those men were fine. I don't know what you're waiting for. Who even is your ideal man? You only care about the look you have going on in your head," she brutally answers. "Grow up, child, 'cause you ain't getting a real man with your attitude."
"Whatever," I grumble and turn back to my window, unsatisfied by her answer. "I want a rich prince with blonde hair, a white horse, and a large oceanside estate. That or I want a dashing rogue with pitch black hair riding a black stallion to come and sweep me off my feet and take me awa-"
"Alright, alright," Josephine interrupts me. "So you want an unrealistic man. Got it. I'll tell your father to send some scouts out to look for this man of your dreams."
"May I go ask him now?" I ask excitedly.
"No. He's doing some business. That man has had no time lately," Josephine tells me. "It's all business. I mean, he's always been caught up in his work. Look at this place; it's a beauty. The castle is well-maintained, the staff is paid a considerable amount, the decor is expensive, the city around us has a low poverty rate and gorgeous scenery, and your father still has money to spare. That takes a lot of work."
"I know, Josephine," I whine. "You've told me a thousand times."
"Well you still don't seem to appreciate it," she snaps. "You always stay cooped up in this room daydreaming instead of going out and meeting with the people who work under you. Your attitude lately has been deplorable as well. I regret skipping those lessons on manners your father told me about. Serves me right for thinking that I could teach you as life went on."
"My manners are fine. I just hate when you nag at me," I pout with a scowl. "I'll go out on the town today if it'll make you happy, but you have to come with me."
"Alright, princess. I will get you your clothes for today then."
Josephine wastes no time picking out the best dress for a day out on the town; a baby blue, ankle-length beauty with short sleeves and lace trimming. It's light and easy to walk in. Perfect!
"Just make sure not to go mud diving this time," Josephine warns.
"That was one time," I groan. "Besides, you're here with me."
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