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SPAIN 1904.
Juanita’s POV.
“Hurry, Juanita. The Party has already started.” My sister reported. My sister, Jasmine, walked into my bed chamber, gasping in surprise.
“You look beautiful sister.” She said. I turned to look at my reflection in the full length mirror. The beautiful ensemble made specifically for me (courteously of my mother). The ensemble is made of the finest silk and softest cotton in all ofSpain. In the full length mirror you could see how the frilly cotton shirt hung and a rather loose manner around me, exposing my toned curvy frame, with the sleeves hanging on either side of my broad olive toned shoulders. The wide sunset yellow skirt clung to my petite waist line and lightly ran down to my ankles. My sister came behind me and fidgeted with my coal black locks that stopped at the shy of my waist.
“Ouch.” I complained, wincing in pain. Jasmine chuckled.
“You need to learn to get used to this, besides, the prince will be here shortly.” Jasmine stated. I hated how I am being forced to pick. I’ll explain further, my parents think I should marry and by custom, I have to meet with every suitor in the whole globe, not justSpain. For the past week or so, I have found none worthy of my time and now my parents have had enough. They chose three suitors and expect that in a months time, I will be wed and order to succeed them. Jasmine was meant to succeed them but she found love and became expectant early, making her unfit for any man to marry, because she was no longer pure. Though I on the other hand, at the tender age of eighteen am being forced to wedlock.
“There.” Jasmine said with a satisfied grin. Jasmine had knotted my hair into a bun at the top of my head. Jasmine and I stared at both our reflections in the mirror. Jasmine and I do not look anything alike. Reason being that before my mother met my father, our uncle, her brother unpurified her and she was later conceived with Jasmine. Jasmine is much taller than me, with pale white skin, deep ocean blue eyes, that always seemed to be full of wisdom and understanding and her long sun-gold locks always tied and styled to her mood of the day. When Jasmine and I were children, we never understood why we looked so different, but later after our mother told us what happened, we have been closer than ever.
The ensemble was meant to make me look flattering but I hated it! I am not like your usual everyday princess, who spends her days wishing of dashing princess on magical horses- No- unlike them, I am the only princess who goes to war, practices archery and swordsmanship. I am used to riding on wild horses and camping in a leather tent out in the icy frozen mountains- imagine, I could tolerate all this and yet, fitting into this rather exposing ensemble distressed me.
“Your highnesses.” My chamber maid asked. My chamber maid was never allowed to enter my room without permission.
“Come in.” I called. The short round wobbly woman walked in; her beautiful garden dress now stained in mud and her face bright with excitement.
“The princess has arrived!” she cheered. I sighed. “Why so glum?” she questioned confused. I sat on the bed burying my head in my hands.
“Um…why don’t you go and tell mother and father we are on our way?” Jasmine replied. The door shut and Jasmine turned to me.
“Juanita…?” she said. I looked up and she forced a smile. “You look beautiful.” She said. I broke a small smile.
“Let’s leave, we wouldn’t want to keep the prince waiting.” She said. I nodded following her out the door. We made our way out of the bed chamber, down the circular wooden stairs to the main hallway, where we were met by our mother.
