her imperial life started with a foul stench, a stench that came from her fathers coffin. that seeped into her and her brothers hearts, that left individual scars, that none of them knew how to repair.
it was at the tender age of seven ariella was aware of the inevitable life her parents had birthed her into. sheltered and babied she lives a perfect life of wealth and opportunity. yet remained hidden within the luxury millions will never encounter.
it was her large cerulean blue eyes that made one feel self conscious, the everlong lashes that made you flutter when they fluttered, her alabaster complexion that made you want to trace your finger tips across her silky skin, her long barley hair that ran to the last of her rib cage. all tarnished when she opened her plush pink lips.
although today the worn out seven year old sits perched on her aunts lap, a warm cotton blanket wrapped around her, the side of her porcelain face pressed against a plump chest, the steady beat of her heart a gentle lullaby.
listening to her aunts and uncles bicker with laughter under the setting sun, she stares off into the forest, where she can make out the white picket fence, her eyelids heavy. her fathers words lingering in her mind,
"if you remember me, then i don't care if everyone forgets".
