New story! So this is a semi-princess semi-orphan AU. Confusing right? Well, this story is for my lovely friend, Friendlylittlespark8, she came up with the idea and she requested it!
Abeke turned from her window, her coal-black hair was tied above her head with dull but intricate and beautiful beads, the beads were painted in a dull red that matched the flowing gown that stuck loosely to her thin yet strong frame. Her hand reached for her beloved leopard by her side, the leopard was the only thing that ever comforted the lonely and misunderstood girl. Being an adopted princess, adopted purely because the king had no daughters and needed someone to take the place of ruler when he died, she was hated, and alone at almost all times. The battle for future queen was hard and her 'sister' Soama was perfect for the role. She didn't even want to be queen, she simply enjoyed what she could while she could.
Because she knew she wasn't going to be chosen, and if not chosen she will be sent out onto the streets of Nilo. With nothing.
Tears of pure fear rolled down her cheeks as she waited to be summoned to her kings throne room. She knew she was about to be sent away and she had been prepared. But now the fear was making her doubt her planning was going to pay off. She knew she had a hidden bow and a quiver of arrows along with book of pictures her maids had taken of her and Uraza and even some of her with Soama.
Knock, knock.
It was time. She wiped at her teary eyes furiously, she would not show weakness to her king, not now when he was going to send her away to the streets.
"Come in." She said, tying with all of her might to remain strong and to not let her voice waver. Uraza pressed closer to her side, her silky soft fur pressed against her leg, the thin fabric of her gown was not enough to block the large cats furry pelt from touching Abeke's thigh; the comforting touch made the hard job of reaching the thrown room without loosing herself to the fear and sadness that threatened to wash over her thin and fragile body just a little bit easier.
" Princess Abeke, his majesty will see you now" A maid said. She was dressed in a simple and worn white dress, she bowed low to the floor. "Rise, I am no more a princess than you. I act more and feel more like a huntress than any princess. I wish to be treated as such" Abeke said, if she as going to be sent to the street's than she might as well make friends if she can.
"Yes P- i mean..."
"Abeke"
"oh uh...Yes Abeke" She said stuttering on her words as she stood to her full height, revealing pale skin and dull brown hair. Smiling slightly to her, she walked out of the room. The previous fear only grew, as she walks down the hallway to meet the aging king that ruled this vast but poor kingdom. She walks down the spiraling staircase leading her to the throne room, her dull red gown flowing like a waterfall of blood behind her. Uraza growls as the duo approaches the polished and hand-sculpted double doors leading to Abeke's soon-to-be ex-father. She takes a deep breath, grips Uraza's fur, and opens the double doors...
"Abeke"
She takes a stuttering breath. She hurries over to the middle of the room and bowed like the maid had previously. She caught a glimpse of her fathers irritated and harsh look, and quickly slipped to her knees with her head brushing the ground.
"Yes Milord?" She said knowing from past mistakes not to stutter, no matter what. It always leads to bad things.
"Get out."
"What?" She said. Abeke was astonished, he never was this blunt, even though he has made it quite obvious he hates her at times.
"Get out. I have chosen Soama as the next ruler of Nilo, she will continue as a princess not you. Now, ." He said, his face ever stoic, but his eyes revealing his hidden anger and frustration. She knew better then to argue.
She got up, gripped Uraza'z fur, and walked out of the doors, she went down the hallway, out the grand doors, and out onto the streets.