The Missing Princess

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Chapter 1: A Royal Engagement

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The sound of the creaking door had woken me up from my light slumber. Steadily I sit myself up on the bed placing my hands in my lap. I watch as the maid brings in the silver tray over to my queen size canopy bed decorated with flowers carved into the oak wood.

She placed the tray on the champagne toned silk sheets. "Good morning M'lady and happy birthday." she greets followed by a bow. Today was my 17th birthday. Since I was five I lived in the castle loved by both my parents who took me in.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." I motion her to leave me. The girl bowed once more before walking out of the bedroom. There I sat with my fork picking through the food I had laid out before me. I could remember a time where I was having fish for breakfast back in Eppatta. It's been twelve years since I was last there and had no intention of returning any time soon.

As I ate my delicious eggs and bacon with a scone I heard a light knock at my door. "Come in," I call. Slowly the door opens and my mother's head pops in looking over at me.

"Oh you're still eating," she spoke as she went to close the door again.

"Wait, what is it you wanted to discuss?" I ask. Again, the door reopens and she slips in before closing the door completely with a light click. Swiftly she turned and placed both hands behind her back.

"I just wanted to see how my lovely daughter was doing on her big day." my mother cheers.

"I just woke up mother," I inform before taking a small sip of my orange juice. Lightly I set the glass back on the tray and look back up to meet my mother's gaze.

"What is the plan for you today?" she asks.

"Ask my royal maid, she hasn't given me my schedule yet," I answer.

"I see, well after you are finished eating come down to my dressing room to try on a new dress the seamstress has made for you." My mother instructs.

"Yes, mother," I answer, I took another bite off my fork and lifted my head slightly watching as she walked out of my room. That was basically my life people walking in and out on me. I had few friends that I could actually trust but still watched what I said fearing that even my most trustworthy friends would turn on me.

Once my plate was empty I set it aside and get out of bed feeling the cold air hit my legs. I stumble over to the large French doors that led into a walk-in closet. In the middle of the room, a circular bench was placed.

I walk in and head over to where my dresses had been hung. I pull off a light blue off-shoulder dress and set it on the bench. I stood there and pulled the nightgown off the upper half of my body letting it fall to the floor around my feet. I step out of the pile and grab the dress I had picked for the day.

I lower it to my legs allowing myself to step in without tripping. I pull it up past my breast. I press my arms close to my side to hold up the dress as I walk out of the closet and over to my bed where I pulled on a thin rope that would ring a bell to bring my maid up to my chamber.

Patiently I waited until the door opens. I turn to find the maid bowing before she made her way over. I turn with my back to her. I lifted my long dark brown hair up allowing her to have a full view of the laces of the corset. She pulled the laces and tightened it. I felt my breath sharpen and adjust to the tight fit of my dress. I breathe slowly to adjust as the dress got tighter.

When the maid finished she bowed once again. "Would you like your schedule for today M'lady?" the young woman asks.

"Yes please," I answer.