She's not the queen of anything. She isn't the one to take the throne, and she wasn't born to be anything other than the simple village girl that she started out as. Learning to be a princess was not a piece of cake. It wasn't an easy feat. She conquered it She knows the things to say, and what kind of person that she is meant to be. She is a supporter of the throne. Someone who will help the king rule after her father passes on.

She wasn't such a little one anymore more. She was about to come of age, in about a year. As a princess she was to take on the tasks of being the dignitary. She was the made princess so she was almost, more so than Amber, to find a suitable husband. Someone who had the ability to take care of her, and to make her a queen of her own.

Amber had grown well. She was as lovely as her mother was. Long blonde hair, and amber eyes. Fully grown and having every prince in waiting at the castle steps. Messages would come day and night, and she refused to accept first offers, so she waited until she got an offer she was pleased with. I wouldn't expect anything else from her.

I had grown myself. I had a "woman's" figure now. I had changed over time, but still such a hopeless romantic deep inside. How in the world is a princess honestly supposed to dream of true love? That was something that happened far from the normalcy, those that did have it had to make great sacrifices, and I can't sacrifice anymore for my behaviors. I learned that lesson the hard way.