like honey but poisoned

roses

I was falling endlessly into a black pit of darkness, it felt like drowning in a huge glass of ink and I couldn't get out, my senses were numbed completely, I couldn't feel anything. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

"Marie, time to get up!" My aunt said happily. I buried my face under my pillow.
"I thought of something fun to do today!" She continued. I groaned. Whenever she said that I knew it'd be something I hated as my aunt and I were nothing alike.
She tore the pillow away from me.
"Are you not the slightest bit curious what it's going to be?"
"No", I said grumpily, while trying to get my pillow back.
"Oh come on, don't be such a downer. It's no wonder you're in such a bad mental state lately. Because you never do anything. But this'll change, I got a plan. Now get dressed, I'll come back for you in 15 minutes!"
When she closed the door behind her, I let out a short scream and angrily tore on the curtains, that surrounded my bed. I couldn't stand this woman. I needed someone to understand me, someone I could talk to, not a woman, who behaved like a hysteric teenager seeking adventure after adventure. I got up and walked to the window. The sky was pale grey, like every other day since the incident, it made me question whether the sky understood my pain and could mirror my deepest feelings, but of course it can't be, I was thinking irrationally. The sky is just the sky and I am just lonely. That's all.

I opened my walk-in closet and chose the first black dress that I got, which wasn't hard as I had a lot of black dresses. I rolled my eyes, while trying to get into this tight, uncomfortable thing. Sometimes I just really wished I was a boy, or at least not royal, so I didn't have to dress so fancy. But then again I remembered my responsibility as the princess of Indigo, my image and representation mattered always and despite being nothing but sad and tired the last few months, all I wanted was to make my parents proud, after all.
With one swift movement I opened the grand doors of my bedroom and walked outside with a half smile. As I walked down the stairs my aunt waved at me frantically.
"Just go to the garden and wait there for me I still have something to discuss with Malice, honey," my aunt shouted across the hallway.
I sighed and headed outside.

Everything bored me. And I desperately wanted something to happen. I let my gaze wander over the garden, usually we had red roses, because my aunt loved red, she says it's the color of passion and that passion is the most important thing in the world, I don't know what to think of that statement 'though. However the roses were now white and I didn't like it.
"James!" I shouted and the young man immediately came running.
"Yes, princess? Is everything alright?" He questioned.
I pointed towards the roses.
"What is this James?"
"Well roses, of course"
I rolled my eyes.
"I fucking know that! I meant the color!" I screamed at him.
"Do you want other roses, princess?"
"Yes, well you catch on fast." I sighed and let myself sink back into the chair.
"Oh and, please tell Malice I want some ice tea."
"Of course princess."
I smugly smiled to myself, being a princess had its positive sides, as I got to let out my bad mood on anyone, who crossed my path, but my expression turned bitter. The relief never lasted long enough and I'd feel bad about it.

"Honey!" My aunt shouted from afar, while walking towards me. God, she wasn't even dressed properly. When she was close enough to hear me I said: "Vanessa, you look like an elegant prostitute, but a prostitute nonetheless." I saw her face change to a deep red color and her hands started to shake, she looked like she was about to hit me or something. But then she simply sat down and drank up my ice tea. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at me seriously.
"You need to work on your manners, your parents would be disappointed, it's no good for a princess to have such a sharp tongue, you better learn how to tame your ego or you'll never find your true love, which means you won't become queen." She looked serious and I knew she had a point, still I mumbled: "There's no such thing as true love anyways."
My aunt was about to say something, but we were interrupted by a girl's scream and a loud thud.

I turned around and didn't believe my eyes. A girl had just climbed over the wall surrounding our castle. No one who's in the right mind would ever dare to do such a thing. Who is this girl?