KinleeHix5
Some memories are worth having, some aren't. I prefer the ones that are, because sometimes the world needs light when it's at its darkest.
I slouched against the old stone wall in the courtyard, letting the sun warm my face. If anyone from the royal council saw me, they'd probably faint-princesses are supposed to sit up straight, hands folded, looking like they're about to recite poetry or something. But honestly? I'd rather watch the clouds and guess what they look like.
My sister Ari sprinted over, hair flying, grinning like she'd just won a secret race. "You're going to get grass stains all over that dress," she called, like she cared.
I rolled my eyes and grinned back. "At least it'll match the mud on my shoes." I stretched my legs out, showing off the mess. She giggled-her laugh was always a little too loud for the palace, but I liked it that way.
People say we're supposed to act a certain way: delicate, polite, always ready to smile for the next visiting noble. But most days, I'd rather sneak out into the kitchens and steal tarts with Ari than worry about which prince is coming to dinner. Maybe I'm a terrible princess. Or maybe I just know how to have fun.