Witches Brew Up Spells NOT Blood, Princess.

Chapter 1

I look out the window sitting on my silky bed, drowning myself in my own sadness. Indeed, I am constantly melancholy due to this "gift" my mother seemed to call it. More like a curse since I cried tears of blood, ever since I was a little girl and since then people of the village accused me of being a witch. And, a witch I was not. I was simply Princess Lalia, daughter of King Kazimir and Queen Militsa. The silk crimson red curtains collide as I pull them together not wanting to face the town, and its people. It seemed to me everyone believed I was a witch, but I guess a crown and a title means nothing but a piece of dust once proven unusual.

The mirror, transparent and gray, shows the one thing whom I consider to be the only one who understands me - myself. My pale skin never did any harm to me nor accused me of being a witch, however it was unbearable. My ginger shoulder-length hair with its strands clipped with a light blue bow did a preeminent job of hiding my eyes from the world, temporarily. The curse, like an ocean without water was colored light crystal teal-blue, the way happy skies felt on a sunny afternoon. My eyes were that color only disguising themselves until the drips of dark red paint came flowing from my paint brushes onto my canvas.

I look down at my own reflection staring at me as I walk towards the door, and suddenly I jump out of my skin, as my heart skips a beat only to find my maid Meredith scrutinizing me.

"OYE, you alright Princess Lalia? Goodness I didn't mean to scare ya out of your wits!" She said concerned.

I crossed my arms and smirked. "No, no Meredith, I'm fine, I didn't realize you were coming in." I said sheepishly while blushing.

She licked her lips and smiled that grand smile. Meredith always had that reassuring amicable smile despite how hard she worked and how guests treated her. Meredith was more of a grandmother than a maid. She had been with me and my family since the day I was born and hasn't left since. Meredith was middle aged, with bright olive green eyes, blonde hair in a bun, and a white apron having small spots of spices and food she received from the market.

"Well then, Princess Lalia, I highly recommend you head down to the dining table to greet your parents, important things to discuss, important things." She circumvented worriedly.

"I'll be right down in a minute." I half-smiled.

"I'll be sure to send the message." She smiled reassuringly and headed out of my room then towards the other rooms.

I hurriedly went down the steps and greeted my father, "Good morning father, how are we today?"

"Quite grand, Lalia." He smiled wide while watching me greet my mother.

"Good day to you mother, I hear we have urgent news to get across." I kissed her cheek softly and looked at her then at both of them.

"Take a seat, will you dear?"

"Of course, of course." I sat down in the middle of the dining table as Meredith served us with fresh fruits, drinks, and vegetables.

We thanked Meredith as she washed her hands with her apron and shot me a look before heading towards the laundry room to begin her chores. I watched my mother look at my father worriedly. I ignored it and silently began picking at my food. When we finally began feasting on our food when my mother began speaking,

"Lalia, your father and I have been worried...." She said gloomily.

She reached for my hand and I replied. "Worry? Why? I've been fine."

My father began speaking,

"Your eyes. The people of this village assume you are a witch because of the special condition with your eyes."

"I'm aware of my eyes, father." I knew who and what I was, after 18 years they should know that I am a princess. Princess Lalia, Princess of Kingdom Glaslav. They exacerbate this situation by making my eyes seem more like a curse rather than a gift.

My mother looked at me and spoke softly.

"I believe it would be best if you didn't leave the castle for a while. Until this suspicion and rumors of you being a witch is over."

"I refuse to let there be any hazardous issues amongst us." My father said solicitously.

I pushed my plate slowly away from me and cleared my throat. "Alright. As you wish." My parents looked at me and nodded their heads, "Lalia..." I got up from the table.

"Maybe we will find a cure as to why I cry tears of blood and maybe, just maybe then I will not have to deal with this witch dilemma." I replied slightly infuriated.

"We try so hard for your protection and safety." They spoke softly.

I slowly began to walk away to disappear into my room, "And I will forever be grateful for that. Now if you excuse me, I will be up in my room if you need me." My words escaped my lips like violins playing a slow sad tune then went upstairs to my room.