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Author's note: Yes I know this is short, but I figure if I keep it short, I can update more often. Please review and tell me what you think, good and bad.
The walls of the room were all too familiar. They seemed to have bled into a picture, one she was force to stare at at all times. While the room was decadent, with a beautiful four-poster bed, plush chairs and the art of famous painters, she longed to leave the confines of her furnished cell. "Ava!"
Her name bellowed throughout the castle, echoing as it collided against the walls and ceiling. She assumed her father wanted her presence, and he always got what he wished. Ava glanced into the mirror, knowing full well she needed to appear flawless for the man who helped in her conception. She tidied her hair and perfected her slight use of makeup. The made the trek across the castle to find her father. She found him where she had assumed he would be, upon his throne. The man never swayed from his constant need to feel powerful. She was nothing like him. While she was in line for that same throne herself, she rarely even mentions that fact that she was a princess. Her crown along with her other expensive belongs remained in her closet.collecting dust.
"Good day Ava"
Her father waved his hand in a motion requesting she approach him.
"Did you plan on removing yourself from that blasted room of yours any time soon?"
She plastered her frequently used, yet brilliant smile on her flawless face.
"Of course father dearest, I shall roam the castle until I retire this eve."
Her father smiled his conceited smiled and waved her along.
"Wonderful"
Ava removed herself as quickly as possible and continued her round of the house, mumbling and cursing under her breath.
Wretched man, what does he expect me to do, I have read nearly every book this castle has to offer. He requests that I act normal and like a princess, but how can I do such a thing when I have not a friend to converse with, or a talent to run with, or even a breath of fresh air.
She did have one thing though, memories, magical ones, of her life before the death of her mother. She would ride horses throughout the royal garden and swim in the pond. She would take carriage rides around the countryside and attend balls and drink tea. Her mother Gabriella taught her everything she had come to love, like the precise application of makeup to literature and horses. Every morning before breakfast she would sit with her mother and watch her apply the paints to her face, memorizing every movement and color. She wished to ride again and wear a gown, but most of all she wished to leave her stone confinements.
Escape
The one word that plagued her brain since her father set down the laws she was to abide by. She had been pent up since she was 14 and the jail time was quickly approaching 10 years. Plans drifted through her mind, but courage was what she lacked. She glanced to her right and saw the portrait of her mother the hung right above the bookcase, looking into her mothers piercing green eyes she said,
"Mother, I will ride again!"
Author's note: Yes I know this is short, but I figure if I keep it short, I can update more often. Please review and tell me what you think, good and bad.
The walls of the room were all too familiar. They seemed to have bled into a picture, one she was force to stare at at all times. While the room was decadent, with a beautiful four-poster bed, plush chairs and the art of famous painters, she longed to leave the confines of her furnished cell. "Ava!"
Her name bellowed throughout the castle, echoing as it collided against the walls and ceiling. She assumed her father wanted her presence, and he always got what he wished. Ava glanced into the mirror, knowing full well she needed to appear flawless for the man who helped in her conception. She tidied her hair and perfected her slight use of makeup. The made the trek across the castle to find her father. She found him where she had assumed he would be, upon his throne. The man never swayed from his constant need to feel powerful. She was nothing like him. While she was in line for that same throne herself, she rarely even mentions that fact that she was a princess. Her crown along with her other expensive belongs remained in her closet.collecting dust.
"Good day Ava"
Her father waved his hand in a motion requesting she approach him.
"Did you plan on removing yourself from that blasted room of yours any time soon?"
She plastered her frequently used, yet brilliant smile on her flawless face.
"Of course father dearest, I shall roam the castle until I retire this eve."
Her father smiled his conceited smiled and waved her along.
"Wonderful"
Ava removed herself as quickly as possible and continued her round of the house, mumbling and cursing under her breath.
Wretched man, what does he expect me to do, I have read nearly every book this castle has to offer. He requests that I act normal and like a princess, but how can I do such a thing when I have not a friend to converse with, or a talent to run with, or even a breath of fresh air.
She did have one thing though, memories, magical ones, of her life before the death of her mother. She would ride horses throughout the royal garden and swim in the pond. She would take carriage rides around the countryside and attend balls and drink tea. Her mother Gabriella taught her everything she had come to love, like the precise application of makeup to literature and horses. Every morning before breakfast she would sit with her mother and watch her apply the paints to her face, memorizing every movement and color. She wished to ride again and wear a gown, but most of all she wished to leave her stone confinements.
Escape
The one word that plagued her brain since her father set down the laws she was to abide by. She had been pent up since she was 14 and the jail time was quickly approaching 10 years. Plans drifted through her mind, but courage was what she lacked. She glanced to her right and saw the portrait of her mother the hung right above the bookcase, looking into her mothers piercing green eyes she said,
"Mother, I will ride again!"
