Hey guys,
I've decided to redo this story not completely but just so I can clear things up and everything, for your benefits.
Sorry again for all the crap before let's hope this is the last time I change the story so much.
Thank you for all your support,
~A.L. Mitchell
Ch. 1
Intro
It was the middle of fall the people of Britain, we nestled in our beds at night for warmth, it was so cold and it wasn't even winter! It scared my people because the pirates attacked in the fall and beginning of winter and now.
Yes my people, I was the princess of Britain, my mother was the queen, and my father was the king. I'm an only child, the only company I had was Dimitri, my father's guardian. He was the sweetest man I have ever laid eyes on, not to mention handsome. We bonded instantly because of my lack of friends and my parents wanting to keep me close to them at all times because I was kidnapped as a baby, they- unfortunately- still treat me like one. It was fine at times and embarrassing at others. I wasn't spoiled rotten even though some would say I was, I am more of the rebellious type. But they don't see it as that, their poor daughter.
One day Dimitri and I kissed for the first time, we were both madly in love at the time and finally decided to push passed the line, we were caught by one of the maids. I don't know who up at this point but I didn't regret it at first until father dismissed him from his duties. I cried for him to stay and we would keep our distances but he wouldn't hear it.
Dimitri left calmly saying he'll be back for me since told him I would come with him wherever he went but he said in a few years time he would come back for me. I was fourteen then, it's been three years since then. Today's my birthday and Britain is celebrating with a ball in my honor.
The ball room was elaborately decorated in sea blue and pink decorations. Candles, curtains, tablecloths, everything. Food was being cooked now and I was being preparing in a floor length gown made of a light purple silk, and what gown would go without a couple pounds of jewels and to top it off a five pound tiara with multiple layers of makeup.
I turned to the mirror hoping and praying this would be my last year celebrating my birthday here. I ignored my displeased face and turned it into an awed one when mother stepped into the room.
"Oh Rose you look absolutely beautiful!" she patted my glove covered arm, her usual affectionate gesture. It was never a 'I love you' or anything it just meant 'I can't show affection to you in public so this is what you get' kind of gesture. Father on the other hand liked to squeeze me to death in his bear hugs. He didn't care what people thought of him, he was king whether they liked it or not and how he shows his love to his own flesh and blood is none of their business.
"Thank you." I said in a monotone, she glared at me.
"Be on your best behavior and don't be rude to the other guests like the last time."
I smiled and remembered when I turned my shoulder to everyone who wanted a dance or a word with me. Every eligible man had almost thrown themselves down at my feet begging for just one quick dace so they could sweep me off my feet like they did every other beautiful women in the room. And they thought I didn't notice.
I'll end it here.
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~A.L. Mitchell