She resembles her mother, close in facialfeatures. A beuaty close in comparison, but she also looks like her father. Faith was all around a beautiful girl. She had dark long locks that connected from her head to the end of her spine. She always loved looking at the beautiful creatures that the world had to offer. Grazing upon fields or splashing in water, it didn't matter, they were all beautiful to Faith.
Her father would give her anything; of course, she was a princess, despite that she was a princess she wasn't conceited. She was close to her mother and by the time she reached 16 they were inseperable, the pale queen, with darker tufts of hair and deep hazel eyes, that had gorgeouse full red lips was what Faith called a Bold Flower.
As for her dad; he was busy, but he showed his love by having dinner with them and sometimes even a vacation. With his handsome features and charming personality; he was the rain that let the flower grow, but also contained the flowers brilliance. Many days the princess nonchalantly sat under her favorite American Sycamore tree watching the birds fly in swift winds. Other than that she spent quality time with her mom or accompanying her father to dinner parties having a great time just because she could be with him.
But this day, life was being unfaithful to her happiness. Faith got out of her quilted matress ready to go talk to her mother, thinking it would be nice if they could go out and ride horses together. As soon as she thouched her creamy white toes to the buffed,cold floor she felt something wrong. Not that there was she thought. Usually she would let the maids help her get ready but today, she needed time to think. So she insisted she was not handicap and could do it herself she thought of all things that could go wrong. All she came up with was rain, untill she heard a scream…..