Hi there! This is my first fan-fiction I have posted and I hope it is very enjoyable :D. Nerdishh inspired me with her story Love Burns. Check it out!

P.S. THIS CHARACTER IS NOT A MARY-SUE! So no hate please : D

A Damsel in Doubt

I opened my eyes and awoke to another boring, sunny day. I sat up from my sleeping position and looked past my see-through curtains. I sighed and got out of my soft bed and onto the hard, cold wooded-floor. I smoothed my bed head hair back and walked swiftly to the bathroom. I went inside and closed the door, feeling chilly air on my skin. All of the bathrooms in the house were very cool. That were the one of the reasons I despised bathing. I looked at myself in the antique, royal mirror. My long, strawberry-blonde hair curled softly past my chest. I put my face closer to the mirror. My emerald, green eyes were glassy and slightly blood-shot, making them look like a dull grey color. My porcelain skin was still strangely not covered in any blemishes. Though, it seemed to be a dryer this morning. I slipped off my pink night-gown and put on a delicate, blue sundress. I pinned my hair up tightly into a bun. I smiled, in a very fake way, into the mirror and walked out of the bathroom and bedroom.

I gracefully walked, step by step, down the grand stair case. I straightened up and walked towards the dining room where my father and mother waited for me. I curtsied and sat in my seat, my younger sister, Lucinda, across from me. There were paintings on the wall of our dining room. Most were of our family and my older sister, Bella May. I glanced over at my parents' strict faces and braced myself for their next scolding.

"Jayla Victoria Vivacci-Morris, what have you done this time?" my father asked with anger. I shook my head and shrugged. "Well, I'll tell you, young lady," I sighed, "you have once again disgraced our family! You can't go running off with random men you meet at the market!" I try to speak up but I'm quickly hushed by my sister, "You may be 15 but that doesn't mean you have the right to do whatever you please! You are in a long line of royal families and I don't want you to ruin the beloved family name. I ban you from the marketplace and our estate garden!"

"But father!" he stood up and began protesting. I stood up and smashed my napkin down onto the porcelain plate. My mother tried to stop father from yelling at me any further. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I ran upstairs to my room. I heard father yelling at some maids to secure my room's door. I quickly ran inside, locked the door, and fell onto my bed, crying. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my eyes. 15 years I've lived with this family. 15 years I have lived under this family's rules. 15 years I have lived the man who says he is my father. I couldn't take it anymore. My 16th birthday was in 10 months, and when I turn 16, my father is going to marry me off to a man 30 years my senior. I needed to fight back, but how? I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. I saw a mere damsel in distress, waiting for her prince charming to come rescue her from the prison-tower. I opened the drawer off my vanity, revealing a knife. The only way I could remove all of the bad things from my life, is if I would cut off my hair. I released my hair from the bun and held it up. I readied the knife. I closed my eyes and in one swift motion, my strawberry blonde locks fell to the ground. I looked at myself in the mirror in amazement. I felt stronger and braver without the excess hair. It looked a tad boring, so I braided a large section of my hair in the front. I smiled at the new style. I looked different, indeed. I looked out my window and pushed back the curtains. Father probably thought that my fear of heights would stop me from jumping out of a window, but he was wrong. My plan for the night was to escape the dreaded household.

I grabbed all of the money in my room and stuffed it into a cheap-looking pouch. I was ready to climb out when I noticed my outfit in the vanity. I couldn't publicly walk around like this. The townsfolk would know for sure I'd be the "runaway princess". I stared down at my blue sundress and tore it off. I had a pale white petticoat underneath. I removed it and sliced off most of it. The petticoat was now a sleeveless belly-shirt. I put that on and admired my physique. I need more clothing though, so I rummaged in my closet of wonders. I found a white, sea through night gown. I sliced off the long sleeves and the ruffles of the short tunic. I threw it on. I looked better, but not better enough. I found a black dress with gold trim. I tore off the top section and cut it so that it was a mini skirt. I put that on and turned it to the side so that there was gold lace on my right thigh, revealing some skin. I dug up some leggings and stockings and put on one fish net on my right and a striped one on my left. I tore the knees of them both to make it look more "townsy". I smiled, the last thing I needed was shoes. I scavenged for something appropriate when I finally found my horse-riding boots. They were tall and laced up to my shins. I slipped them on and stood with my hands on my hips. I clipped the fingers off of my horse riding gloves and put them on. It was a total transformation. I looked completely different. I need a necklace, though. I took the royal-key shaped necklace and put it on. I tucked it under my petticoat so no one could see it.

I braced myself and attached the pouch of money to my waist. I tore the curtains off of the bar and tied them together. Thank god I didn't choose the short curtains when I first got them. I swung the rope of cloth out my window and tied it to a bedpost. The rope touched the garden tree near my window. My palms heated up and started to sweat. I felt very nervous as I stepped out of my window. I shimmied down until I was at an arms distance to the tree. I let go and hopped onto the branch, thankful for my good balance. I climbed down the tree and ran as fast as I could. I ran far away from the house until I could see the gates. I ran faster, faster, faster. I finally ran past the gates and started my journey towards the town. I didn't know what I was going to do for now, but I was going to do whatever my heart told me to do, even if I was swimming in doubt.