"You're so cool!" I exclaimed.
Guard Baldie laughed patting my shoulder, "Thank you."
It was morning, dew drops on leaves from the heavy rain the night before. We were on the little platform beside the parade square where the guards trained at.
And where, Guard Baldie taught me moves of a guard. He taught me how to hold a rifle, but not to fire it, or else it'll wake everyone up.
It was five in the morning, where everyone was fast asleep.
It was a sin, for a princess to do Guard duties. But it's all voluntary.
"Well, I guess you're done for today, see ya' tomorrow," Guard Baldie smiled.
I nodded, as I skipped up the stairs of my palace, and to my room, slowly opening the door.
"There you are,"
Sister Heather glared at me "Again, trying to be a 'Guard', little sister?"
Well, except for Guard Baldie, my sisters also knew about my dream, but haven't been quite that supportive of it.
"Reaching out to your unrealistic dreams is your motto isn't it?" Sister Pelli smirked "Come on! Earth to Avery!"
Sister Dorothy sat quietly, listening to them mocking me, her eyes staring her feet. Her hands pressed together on her lap.
"You know, I never get it," Sister Heather snarled, looking at me then at the side, "Why Daddy likes you so much, more than to us."
She sashayed closer towards me, her furrowed face inches away from mine, silently dominating my confidence, "I'm significantly more deserving than you, you know it, I know it, heaven knows it too. I've done more palace responsibilities than you did, I've led the guards, I've shown my skills to lead people and portrayed how feminine I am, yet daddy still chooses you to be his favorite."
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I never understood why my sisters detested me, maybe it was out of pure envy of Father favoritisms of me over them. Well except for Sister Dorothy, she's rather nice to me.
Sister Heather and Pelli was extremely mean to me, as if I'm some sort of enemy, grasping onto a knife, threatening them of the disappearance of their happiness and success.
In retrospect, I was their rival as the candidate for the princess, and it was clear that I'm the apple of my Father's eye, which boosts my chance of getting the prestigious title of the princess.
As the saying goes, once the king adores you, it's complete.
According to Daddy, I was the chosen one.
But according to me, it totally doesn't make sense.
Thousands of people showed more worthy than me, like Sister Heather or Pelli or even Dorothy.
Why me?
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A World Beneath Us
FantasyI'm the princess of Light, he's the prince of dark. We were never meant for each other. two worlds apart, yet we'll still the same. But what if we broke the rules...? But love brings us together. She never liked being a princess and wished for free...
