Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing from Disney and Dream Works as usual. I don't own any characters, except some in the future. I just love to mess up with them and twist their original lives. I only own some ideas in here.
Author's Note: Call me crazy, but I whip this story around two hours ago after texting with my boyfriend. Sooooo, just to tell you I write this pass midnight and any mistakes are unintentional. Anyways, I'm on vacation and I might be able to be productive.
Paper Swans
Chapter One
Sometimes life is not as it seems to. I longed for the day where everything is simple. Like you wake up early in the morning, get yourself together, go finish up your chores for the day , be right back at your cozy little house before dark, eat a warm dinner and then retire for the night. I miss those days, where I only need to be around of strangers when I need to pick up supplies or stock up for the harsh winter.
I hate this frivolous and aristocratic life. I hate this heavy dresses and tight corsets that I'm forced to wear and I hate the fact that I'm going to be wed to a lame prince, who can do good without me in his life.
"Milady, can you please open the door?" a small voice asked behind the large oak doors.
With a heavy sigh, I haul myself away from the bed and dejectedly open the door. "I'm running a fever and I have a headache," I said flatly, as I look at my attendant. She's a blonde woman with piercing blue eyes. Her features are soft, but at the same time, it is rough around the edges. How someone pulled it off? I don't know maybe she came from a very good bloodline, who ran unfortunate.
"Please, milady, I know that it's all new to you and you're just getting use to this life, but can you at least try to cooperate?" she asked tersely as she balled her hands on fist on her side.
I smirked after I laughed humorlessly. How can I cooperate when I don't like being in here in the first place?
"Tell me servant what's your name?" I asked her, pushing her to lose her temper at me. It must be insulting to her part. She was serving me, who was once poorer than a rat and being an attendant of the royal family is one of the highest 'honors' a commoner like us can have.
I watched her closely as she clenched her jaws. She straightens her posture and she flipped away the stray hair from her braid. I know I struck a nerve when I call her a servant. I also know how badly I do.
"It's Astrid milady," she said politely yet coldly.
I felt my lips stretched into a smirk. I have a feeling that if we met in a different circumstance we are going to be great friends. Too bad, she's pushing me to do things I don't wanna do and she's against my side.
"Tell them I want to rest. I'll meet them after lunch," I said as I crossed my arms across my chest and silently dared Astrid with my eyes to deny me what I want.
"You don't have a right to demand something like that!" she exclaimed to me. Her eyes wide and it's clear that she is holding her temper. "Don't you know how many women want to be in your situation now?" she continues.
Tch, I know how many woman wants to be in my position. I am aware when the baker and merchant's daughters whispered upon themselves how a red head daughter of a witch manages to win the lottery for the hands of the prince. I'm in there, right in their faces, when they started a humor how I did some spell and chants to win. How I sold my soul like they said just to win.
Ugh, as if I'm a gold digger and empty headed woman whose greatest dream is to marry the prince and pop him as many babies as she can. I never plan to be the royal baby maker. I never intended to marry anyone on the first note.
"You're so lucky. Some would kill to be in your place and you're acting high and mighty-"
"I'm the future queen, aren't I?" I asked her before she finished her sentence. "As the future wife of our prince, I can demand simple things like resting for a while especially when I feel sick, or I'm not allowed to do that servant?" I goaded her.
I know that I'm pushing it. I know that I'm being an arrogant woman, but I don't care. I don't like to be in here in the first place. She can marry the prince herself if she wants.
I looked at her with sharp eyes then. "Tell me something," I said to her as I watched her still fuming over what I said. From the looks of it, she is restraining herself from slapping me. I silently praise her in my head for her patience. I'm sure I will already gauge out my eyes if I'm in her situation.
"You want to marry the prince, don't you?" I offhandedly asked in an accusing tone. I only meant it to be a rhetorical question. An innocent question used to rile her up more, but as I saw her reaction, the way she instantly snapped her mouth and how she gulped nervously. I figure out that there is something more to it. I don't know yet what is it. It's obvious that she's controlling her emotions and not letting as much as she already did.
"I'm sorry milady. I will tell your highness that you are not feeling well. Please, take rest inside your quarters. I will come back with tea and some warm porridge," she said a little too quickly and like that, she just disappears.
I softly close the door as I plopped down on the bed again. Soft giggle escaped my lips as I realized that I haven't let her inside my room in the first place. Damn, I'm not really a princess material, but it's alright. What else would people expect from the blood haired daughter of a witch?
At the mention of my mother, I pulled my necklace from my neck and I lovingly touch the small pendant, one little girl with wild red hair and an old woman with curly white hair perfectly carved and painted in a smooth wood. What an irony, the rumored witch's daughter is now the future queen. With a small laugh, I realized why they doubt I use magic at the first place.
Author's Note: I honestly don't know what comes into my mind before, while and after writing this. LOL, since I already finished it I thought I might as well post it in here. If it gets positive feedback, I might give this a deep thought, when I'm in the right state of mind. Anyways, tell me what you have in mind about this on a review. Thank you for wasting your time in reading this crap, HAHAHAHHAHA.
SHOUT OUT!If anyone is interested, I'm thinking about collab writing. Just review or pm me if you're interested.
