There on the top of the empire, stood a tiny ruler, only the age of fifteen. Giving out orders absurd and crazily, her name Noah. "No! I do not want her to live! Kill her immediately!" would be something regular for her to say.
Luckily, she remembered a young ruler should not be seen in these kinds of ways. She look a bath in the nearest well, she remembered clearly… water rippling as she stuck her dainty, small feet into the water. Soon after she put her feet into the water, the water started to turn rosey pink, then to deeper pink, leading to a deep, deep crimson red as she slowly submerged her body into the slightly warm water.
Smirking at the actions of her citizens down below from her balcony, up above the ground, in her castle. The castle could be seen from afar. It stood out so much, it differs from the tiny, one to two story, white, brown, brick houses. It stood up tall, white with blue accents, far nicer than the other ones, with large stained glass windows that inside, you could see pretty images hidden in the colors reflected from it. Pires from the top stood out large and tall, while turrets lines the edges of the castle. Painted to be the princess' favorite color, the workers worked endless days and nights to get it to her liking. She whipped them, made them go through so much pain, only to paint her castle. Knowing that she would be there until her death, they had to make it perfect, estimated about 50 workers died in that single project.
The poor princess only at the age of fourteen, soon to be fifteen, lived not-so-happily in her castle, knowing the way she acted was unacceptable., and will have to be forced to do something soon, for everyday, she had to put people up in her dungeon for protesting about the way she acted below near the gate of her castle. Sighing, she understood the words her mother said before she died, "Noah. At the age of fifteen, I want you to go and marry another. Change is good. The other doesn't have to be a royal. Just so it be pure love. Be kind. Do not lead wars. Wear your combat clothes at all times when outside. The fiercer you are, the more the people will rally and horrible things will happen. Do not let this happen." By now, Noah could care less, for she had the entire Pristine empire underneath her, but she didn't want to upset her long-gone mother, who had hopefully made her way to heaven and was happier then how she was when she was alive.
Her servants dropped one-by-one, she was running low, so she had ordered for someone to go and scout for someone who could be her servant. She wanted most preferably, thought they could do better than females, for they could lift heavier things, are in an amount stronger and easier to rely on. Her last seen servant was used as her foot stool. Imagine, the pain in your knees and the dirt in your hands, and you would be whipped every time you did something wrong. There are good things to working for Noah though. You'd get paid an insane amount, the younger you are, the easier it is said, she will go on you, and you will considered a half royal. She will let you eat with her, and her favorite (She couldn't help but show at least SOME favoritism.)She was actually quite nice to.
Her servant came back later that day, with what seemed like a reasonable butler. He was quite short, nearly shorter than her. With pure blue, cerulean, ocean like eyes. 'Its almost like if you stare into them, you can see your self at sea, ike by the port by the outskirts of town…"
Before she knew it, her servant was face to face with her, her face streaming with tears. Could his eyes have triggered a distant memory? Ah, yes they did. Noah was not an only child. She had a brother. HAD. He's gone. "L-long gone…" Is all you hear. She sniffles every five tears are seen staining her perfect doll-like face. Her vivid green eyes were shut closed, tears letting go.
Then, she realized what she did. "Im sorry." She pushed him out of the way, clearly embarrassed, stormed out of that room, into the room with the big stain-glass window. Why? Inside that room, it was filled with books, many genres, not one was the same. She felt as if she read one book, she could be inside, as if she was the main character, no matter what gender, she would partake in these adventures. "Where to next?" frowning, she looked at the many books stacked neatly in clean, dusted shelves before her. Wiping away her tears using her sleeve of her dress, she looked at one book curiously, "I haven't seen you before, have I?" slowly reaching out for it, her dainty hands with nails painted teal, her favorite color, she grasped the book by its binding, pulled it out, looking at the empty gap left. Just like my heart… Gaps…Too heavy to think of.
Looking down at her chest, she touched the place where her heart was, feeling it cold, unlike the rest of her body, warm to the touch, her heart, she felt like a beast at times. No, don't cry, you're too powerful to, what would they think of you then? Gaps are nothing. Leap over them. Move on. It'll b-be f-f-fine… Repeating that in her mind, slowly saying it, she fell to her knees, bawling her eyes out.
"Why! I miss you! L-luke! Come back!" She sat on the floor sobbing, looking up at the ceiling, hands curled up into fists, tears streaming down her cheeks, not seeming to stop. At that same time her servant, who just changed into his clothes, walked into the library, stumbling upon the princess on the floor sobbing. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but feel bad. He kneeled down beside her, gave her a hug. Her eyes widened at his touch, not even knowing his name, yet he was holding her. She HATED, absolutely DESPISED being touched. Yet, she let him, trying to calm herself, she clutched his shirt, staining his shoulder with her tears, hugging him back. "I-I'm sorry, I s-stained your sh-shirt… You sh-hould get a n-new one on. Salty tears make it tighter. It'll be uncomfortable." She spoke, stifling her sniffles with a failure.
"Ah, princess, I will if you want me to, but please, whenever you are feeling down, don't be afraid to come to me for comfort, dearest princess. I'm Shiro, the new servant. Lovely to meet you. Now," He took his glove off and wiped her cheek dry of tears, "Lets go be happy." And with that, he grabbed her hand, pulled her up, hugged her once more. Tucking a strand of her pure brown hair behind her ear, "It's horrible for such a pretty face to be so sad." Whispering that into her ear, she looked at him.
Shiro, nice name…Oh! Its the guy with beautiful cerulean eyes! Ah, so pretty, like the sea… She looked at him, studying his facial features, his body curves, and the way he dresses, for of course, she needs to know what he servant is like. H-he's nice… cut- what am I saying! Have I turned soft? Instinctively, she reached over to her heart and put her hand over it.
"Something wrong?" She looked up to see who this voice was from, it was indeed Shiro. He was looking at her confused, for she had moved her hand over to her heart but was still silent. He was confused, maybe she was hurt? Maybe sh- no, what's he thinking… I never realized what a cute person the princess was when she wasn't mad… Her face, like porcelain, Sure, she's fl- why am I looking there?! She's adorable in every other way…
"Shiro… I'm going to shower. Please get my things and come to set them down." She walked away like his red, flustered face, was nothing to her. He put his hand over his heart and tried to calm himself down. (Not like it worked…)