Damloyevski
And despite my beauty, I carried arrogance in my heart. This was not because I was a princess, but because of the divine beauty I saw when I looked in the mirror. I would stand in front of the mirror for hours, touch my freckled cheeks with my fingertips and whisper that my ocean blue eyes had a color that no one else could have.
And I would kiss the girl in the mirror, it was the first thing I did when I woke up in the morning every moment of my life. I worshiped myself and found it normal for people to worship me. The different beauty I received with each new age resulted in my need for this worship. I couldn't even imagine an eye that didn't look at me with respect and love, but I didn't value people enough to look into their eyes. People were like shadows to me; They appeared suddenly and disappeared silently.
The fact that I was growing up all alone in the palace bothered my King father and he introduced me to someone. This boy, he said, was exiled from Egypt to the Red Kingdom. Although I did not know the reason for this, I would later learn that this so-called slave boy was not actually a slave, but a prince.