Reality to Fairytale

The return of a prince

2. The return of a prince

“Sis!!!!! Wake up!!!!!!” Regina's sweet voice rang like a persistent alarm which forced its way into Dylan's head.

“Sis...!” Regina called out again. She flung open the 12foot tall velvet curtains causing the cheerful morning sunlight to spill into Dylan's enormous bedroom. Dylan’s bedroom was remarkably beautiful. The soft colors made the tall dark velvet curtain stand out. Dylan’s bed was made with the finest silk and her cream white pillows and blanket had soft pink frills and hand sewn hearts at the edge. Dylan’s dresser and cupboard is white and soft violet with a little indigo, overall, her room is sweet and soft which reminds one of a princess.

“Ugh!!” Dylan groaned as she reluctantly rolled out of bed. However, she need to roll several times along her bed as it was huge. Finally, after lots of nagging and pushing from Regina, Dylan finally made her way to the toilet. Her toilet was spacious and nonetheless, a seven-stars toilet. Regina slammed the door behind Dylan leaving her some privacy to get ready in the morning.

“I’m sleepy…” Dylan mumbled restlessly to herself. Last night, some duke from some country visited the Palace and The King himself ordered everyone to stay up to entertain their ‘visitor’, it took away Dylan's much-needed beauty sleep.

As Dylan slid into the bath of cold water, she immediately woke up. The jasmine scented cold bathwater invigorated her senses and made her swollen head cool. The jasmine smell told her that it was a Thursday as she had a different flower bath each day of the week. Dylan voted for a short nap in the bathtub but her other senses told her that she would not be able to wake up if she fell asleep again. Sighing, Dylan massaged peach shampoo onto her hair and rinsed it thoroughly, drying herself as quickly, she slid on her outfit for the day.

She crossed the room towards her dresser and began braiding her hair to one side such that her long silky hair was draped across her left shoulder. She added a touch of mascara which made her long brown lashes stand out more and a tinge of blush, she also put on lip gloss as her mother always says it makes her full lips look glossed and shiny. On her way out, she checked her outfit in the mirror.

Her brownish-blond hair was draped casually over her left shoulder and fastened with a crimson flower clip. Her dark purple skinny jeans made her long legs look even longer and her grey dress which reached her mid thighs had detailed designs on the front. Her dress was given by a countess who had a splendid taste; the dress was well sewn and remarkably elaborated with detailed abstract shapes of swirls on the front. It showed off her curves as it was tight fitting. The collar of the dress rested on her shoulders, revealing her collarbone. The sleeves of the dress were brushing her elbows, covering enough skin for her own approval.

She made her way down the spiral glass staircase, never failing to admire the intricate handiwork of the railings; it was made of gold and had several crystals encrusted onto it. The glass steps were strong and The King made a rule that whoever walking on the stairs must remove their shoes before stepping onto the steps. As Dylan entered the living room, she was greeted by a waft of delicious pancakes and maple syrup. After greeting the Chef, she sat down on one of the chairs before wolfing down her morning breakfast.

“Miss, your itinerary for the day goes as follow…” Dylan sank into her seat as the servant rattled of her planning for the day; it was always drawing lessons, cello lessons, ballet lessons and French lessons followed by some other lessons or stuffs that her father wanted her to do. “..And you need to meet Prince Dennis for a late afternoon tea, followed by a flower arrangement lesson…” wait, what? Prince Dennis? Isn’t he supposed to be in London now?

“Jackie, the Prince Dennis you were talking about…” Dylan asked, wishing internally that it was not true.

“I suppose so, Miss,” Jackie confirmed, giving me a sympathetic smile. “It’s him.”

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So anyone can guess who he is? I'm sure its pretty obvious. The plot gets better really quick so hang in there, i promise not to dissappoint any of you!

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