A Kingdom of lies.

Chapter 4: Princess Kalilia Zara Andryine

Alright, for now, I was going to take a break. I was tired and I wanted to sleep. I felt as if I were about to drop dead right this moment. I was far too tired to recall all of this. So, I got up, walked to my bedroom and collapsed onto my soft king sized bed, instantly to sleep. What I did not know was that, there was someone else in my living room at that moment.

Kalilia Andryine stepped out of the shaddows. There was a time when she had been a beautiful girl but now, there was no doubt that the 24 year old was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She was the physical representation of beauty, perfection and glamour. Not a single strand was out of place. Every chocolate brown strand of hers was neatly tied into a elegant yet simple ponytail at the back of her head. She was dressed today in a silver Michel Kores sequined dress with a black leather jacket and a pair of black Valentino studded ankle boots. Her 22 caret Gold hoops dazzled in the sun, along with her vintage Chanel necklace which was designed in a rope. Her right hand was glittering, with the rather large and exytravagant engagement ring her fiance had presented her with and every movement of hers, one could smell the legendary scent of Chanel No. 5. Yes, this was indeed Princess Kalilia Andryine- the effortlessly beautiful Goddess.

Her face now, that was a whole different story. Her skin was still the same envious golden brown, longed for by countless supermodels and her body was shapped like a chamange flute, thin and tall [standing proudly at 5"9] - perfect. But, returning to her face, it had her permenant "poker face" giving away absolutely nothing painted. It was the one thing that made people nervous and in the term people, every one was includeed. The power weilded by the person was irrelevant because one look and she could have him sweating like a nervous little pig infront of her. This applied to , kings, peasents and everyone else. She was proud of that- a trait inherited by her legendary grandmother no doubt, and the world, they knew that all too well. She gave away nothing. Absoluelty nothing. In fact, she was almost always seen with this look. So much now that many prominant magazines were calling it her signature expression- the "Zara" look.

Oh yes, that should have been mentioned before. Her parents had chosen her name well. Kalilia was the name she was born with. Although it was originally an African name, her father had been obsessed with it. It was, according to him, perfect and she agreed as well. Kalilia meant either darling or beloved. But to the rest of the world, it meant the 'rose of the dark goddess' and that was the meaning she preffered as well. But she liked the name Zara better. According to her paternal grandparents, it suited her. It had been her grandmother who had suggested the name which literaly translated into radience or princess. But she liked it because it sounded more aloof, more distant. That is why, when she was 18 and was asked to choose the official name for her title as Princess, she chose  Zara and not Kalilia. Now, the world knew her as Princess Zara Andryine and it was only her family and exeptionally close friends who were allowed to call her Kalilia.

Now, Kalilia had been in her sister's pent house trying to retreive a jewelry box which her grandmother had wanted to see before she passed on to the next world. She was almost about to get it, when her sister flamoyantly waltzed in. She didn't know why she did it but she hid in one of the guest bedrooms, leaving the door partially open so that she could still see. She waited for almost half an hour until her sister had finally retired to her room. Now, stealthier than a cat, she almost silently walked around the living room, looking for the box. She naturally could not understand her grandmother's strange obsession with having the box, however, her grandmother was one of the only people in the whole world that Kalilia was not famously indifferent towards. She knew that she had been lonley and depressed since the death of her grandfather, who in the eyes of her grandmother was the 'love of her life'. Yes, this she found amusingly overrated. Once again, Kalilia never believed in love, she found it rather stupid and a waste of time to believe in. Thus, she and her twin sister Aaliyah were almost polar opposites.