Quintopia: The Queen's absence

I knew what was my duty.... Or at least I thought I knew. To be or not to be a princess, that was the ultimatum that the cheering crowds unanimously pondered upon in their dreaded hopes. At least when they doubted my upcoming ruler-ship, they always saw my beauteous mother sending signs of peace and a true jewel to the kingdom. I didn't feel this way at all. I never felt as if my head was to ever be in the ways of the ironclad Quintopian mindset. My sisters doubted themselves too, as if I was willingly spreading a deadly disease, airborne and silent. And I knew our final day was approaching. The day SHE would be dethroned and ourselves having no guts or glory to rise up to the crown.

Part 1
It was a mediocre day, to be frank, as if the common world turned even duller today. I was restless in my room, either looking through papers or playing minuscule parlor tricks on the children below my window. It wasn't fun but then again, it was exponentially better than laying down on the floor trying to escape the day by sleeping. By SLEEPING. I so desperately wanted to escape the day, but how could you when you step out your door, fully being welcomed and having everyone at your feet? That was my entire day, and I needed it to be struck down. Life was a simple routine. Jewel, treasury, parties, meetings. I utterly hate it! I tried to frequently calm down my inner rage and walked quietly walked out my door. I ran all the way through the glistening, thought to be plentifully jeweled hallways with hundreds of staff doing their regular chores. I tiptoed and peeked into my sister Amara's room, crossing her leg in a meditating position on her red sheet bed with curls of delicate Firena strips. Amy and Chloe was also there, but they all looked sorrowful. I then walked in a little nervous...and that's when IT happened.

"Eve..... she's gone. Mom's gone." I heard from a near to death whisper. And then... to faint would be dramatic enough. Someone did catch me, but I wanted the floor.