The Missing Heir

•The birthday party•

(The name Natalie is a girl's name of French origin meaning "birthday of the Lord".)

Natalie's POV:

I sit upon the hill once more, like every crisp morning, I watch the sunrise. A rainbow of colours fills the sky as the birds start chirping and the wolves end their hunting. It's a sight to behold and the sun not only warned my skin but my heart. This is a  paradise compared to when I lived in the castle. The days there where rather dull and uneventful, filled with chores and choices. They were preparing me for the biggest responsibility in the kingdom...

Being queen.
Yes, you read right, I, Natalia Adelson Prince, am going to be Queen someday and I dread the thought of it. Once I'm crowned, my freedom and joy will be stripped away, with a lousy crown and buckets of stress in its place.

You see, my eighteenth birthday was last month and I was quite excited about it.
But I would never be prepared for what happened on that day...

•••The Birthday Party•••

"OW!!!"

Another pull is given and I feel my oxygen being cut off. The maid lifts her eyes to mine for a few seconds before she gives another hard tug to the zipper. Holding my breath in, the zipper finally goes all the way up and behind a piece of fabric. I let out a shaky laugh as I pray to God that lives in the clouds for the courage and patient to make it through the night.

I shuffle towards a nearby mirror and I must say they did an exceptional job. I'm wearing a long white poofy dress with golden accents and patterns along with strapless golden heels. The same maid comes from behind me and clips a golden cape onto my shoulders, the finishing touch. My makeup and hair is relatively basic but a golden flower pin is places at the back of my loose and slightly curled hair. 

I hear my bedroom door open as the maid leaves and bang as the door closes once again. I let my head fall into my hands as I prepare myself for teeth grinding conversations that some how always have a insult weaved in.

The food is relatively good.

I try and motivate myself but it just fall flat. I face the clock in the corner of my room. "Tick". "Tock". "Tick". "Tock". The time seems to be running away from me and at a fast pace.

Five more minutes

Four more minutes

Three more minutes

Two more minutes

One minute left

The clock let's out a loud "bing", followed by a even louder "bong".
Just as the noise stops, my door slams open in a rush. My personal butler stand at the door a wild expression plastered on his face. "We're late. Oh, so very late ma'am!"

I look back at the clock, my expression emotionless. "I would say we're right on time." He gives me an odd look before gesturing me to walk.

I lift my dress, ever so slightly and start walking at a slow and elegant pace. My butler however looks anything but elegant as he walks almost five feet ahead of me. "Glaze..."
Hearing his name, he wipps his head in my direction. "...slow down." Dumbfound, he completely stops before continuing as I reach his side. With a small smile and a bundle of unrecognized stress, I open the door that leads me into the main ballroom.

The ballroom is decorated with white and gold. Here and there some black and all red flowers.

Not bad, not bad at all.

A crowed of faces look in my direction.

Well now I just feel naked.

•••

Chapters are short but I'm just trying to get something out, one day I'll edit the book and change it.