Wintersmoon

Chapter 7- People Don't Always Like Changes

Previously
"You're in the palace, your highness."
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    "Your highness! Who do you think I am? A Royal?" I guffawed, highly unladylike.
    "Well yes, your highness. You are." He said awkwardly.
    "And you would know how?" I scoffed.
    "You streak, your highness."
    "What stre-" I paused, registering what he'd said.
     Oh no.
     "What's the date today?" I asked casually, shrugging my shoulders as if it were nothing.
    "It's the fourth day of the Wintersmoon."
    The fourth day! I had been out cold for three days! What had happened?
    It finally dawned on me. My birth date had past: I was sixteen.
    Spinning on my heel as fast as possible, I ran to the humungous mirror. My jaw gaping open as I sprinted towards it.
    I had Changed.
Everything around me span in a whirl of bright luminous colours.

    I woke up again, lying on top of the smooth silk sheets. Not under them. My head hurt where I'd fallen.
And then I noticed it. Everything was different: I could see the dust particles in the air, I could sense the weather, even the white of the ceiling was brighter. I could even see the brush strokes on the high ceiling four feet above me. Shaking my head in wonder I sighed; everything was going to be different from now.
I crept out of bed towards the mirror to examine myself.
The small freckles on my face had become darker and against my pale skin they stood out. My chubby cheeks had stretched out and I now had a defined heart shaped face with a cute widow's peak. My legs had elongated and I must have been about 5'8". No longer skinny and stick-like, I had filled out. I had wide hips, but a minuscule waist. My previous dull grey eyes had turned a bright lilac and my long eyelashes were even larger and had blackened, outlining my almond shaped eyes.
    Now I scanned down my body, taking in the weird clothes I was wearing. A large flowing black gown hung on my body, a shadeless-black corset over the top. It clearly showed my hips off and my top region. On my feet I sighed in relief as I realised they were sandals with a slight heel, thankfully not some of the stilettos pumps you see the nobles wearing.
But the one thing on my hair that stood out was a white streak at the front, mixed in with my jet black waves. I was a Royal...
    I scanned the room, making sure nobody was in here. And then I ran to the bedside draws, trying to find my clothes, to get out of the itchy fabric as soon as possible. The corset dug in my waist as I bent down and I inhaled a sharp breath of pain.
The draws didn't provide any security or safety of my own clothes. I frowned, infuriated with the disappearance of my normal leggings.
I headed towards the door, sighing as I realised I'd never been in the palace before and had no idea where I was going. I twisted the handle, as I had last time and stepped through the doorway.
After about a minute of continuing down a corridor and a few twists and turns on the way, I reached a large set of stairs. Opposite was another set, just as grand.
Grabbing the railing to steady myself, I descended the huge steps to whatever fate I was to face down there. I heard muffled talking, growing ever louder as I got to the bottom. I looked up from my feet, where I'd been trying not to trip and fall, to see what must have been at most twenty people standing around, aimlessly.
Gasping, my eyes locked onto another pair of, shockingly electric, blue eyes, staring directly at me.