It's not the life you dreamed of, eh Maximum? I wanted to mentally slap myself but that's outright weird.
The rapping came at my door again, slightly muffled since I was in my bedroom chambers. I grumbled, sitting up as the voice echoed throughout the sitting room.
"Princess Maximum! It's time to arise, Princess! You have many responsibilities that require you to be awake!" And blah blah blah and blardy blard. Dammit lady, if I wanted to get up I would've done so. "Princess Maximum!" The relentless calling and knocking continued.
"I am up! I've been up!" I lied smoothly, tossing the covers aside when I stood. I passed by the mirror above the dresser as I walked to the bathroom. Ugh, bed head.
"Well I hope you're ready in twenty minutes because that's when your mother expects you downstairs and ready." The lady mumbled to herself as she walked off. "Such an ungrateful child, and to be crowned queen soon! Such ludicrousy." Yea well fuck you lady, it's not like I even want to be a queen.
I jumped into the shower, shivering as it had yet to warm up. Throwing my head back, I heard someone walk in humming a little tune. I smiled, knowing the voice anywhere. I wrapped up in a towel and raked a brush through my tangled mess of hair, eager to see my outfit today. Nothing frilly...
"Hey Nudge, how are you today?" I sat on the couch in my dressing room. So many different rooms and only one of me.
"Good, and yourself Princess Maximum?" She laid out a rosy pink dress that fell low in the back and would trail behind me, but rose just above my knees in the front. There were frills where the top half separated from the bottom half, but they were small so I let it pass. This was a better dress than one my mother would've picked out, so I was grateful.
I took a corset from the counter and a pair of shorts, Nudge leaving to let me get semi-decent. Not bad for a twelve-year-old.
"We talked about this, just call me Max when it's the two of us. We're friends, you don't have to act like my servant." She came back into the room and I turned my back so she could tie the corset unbearably tight.
When I winced and straightened my back as she pulled tighter, she apologized. "You know how the Queen likes you to look. Especially today."
I turned my head sharply. No one informed me of why today was so urgent. "Why? What's today?"
"Oops." Nudge smiled apologetically and handed me the dress. I slipped it on with ease. "I'm not allowed to say anything." She quickly continued. 'So how was your morning Max?"
I eyed her suspiciously but let it go for I'd find out in a matter of minutes anyways. "Same as every morning, interrupted."
"Another dream?" I loved how well this girl knew me.
"Same dream, yet apparently it's so hard for everyone to let me sleep in to hear the ending." I sighed and let her sit me down to do my hair.
She combed it back as it dried, the messy curls returning to my hair. As if it was a careful procedure, she took a piece from each side of my hairline, near my ears, and pulled it to the back of my head. From inside her nearby bag she fished out a pink rose clip and pinned the hair down. It was simple yet I felt pretty. Disgusting is another suitable word.
"One day, Max, one day." She soothed, smiling at her finished product. Her eyes were pleading, her words seeming to get stuck in her throat. She finally choked out, "Can I please do your make-up?"
I groaned again, like every day when she asks this question. "No Nudge, absolutely not. We talked about this." She pouted, so I stroked her dark curls and placed a kiss on her chocolate-skinned forehead. "You can pick out my shoes that have no more than an inch heel."
She squealed and got up, running to the closet.
There was a knock on my door, so I reluctantly got up to go open it. As it swung open, he was there to greet me. I smiled brightly, nodding. "That time already?"
He chuckled his soft laugh, brushing the dark hair out of his eyes. "You sound so excited, Princess. Cheer up, you look amazing."
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Fang."
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