A young girl woke in a bedroom filled with luxury. The room was majestic in its own way; after all, it belonged to a royal. The walls were painted a particular shade of cream, not quite white, though very close. White silk curtains hung closed against two large windows, and signs of early morning shown through them. If one listened closely, they'd be able to hear the birds singing skillfully, and might even be compelled to join in the song if they could hold a note.
The room was adorned with stylish wooden desks and shelves craved with exquisite detail that held a great deal of books, all of which were organized by genre and then title. A large bed was placed in the center of the room, though it was pushed back against a wall so it wouldn't look out of place. The covers and pillows were sown of golden silk, and four large wooden pillars that made up the canopy held up a pale gold mosquito net that obscured the girl inside from prying eyes.
The girl herself had flowing golden blonde hair which reached to her knees and hung loosely around her as she stirred herself awake. As she blinked, light blue eyes focused and took in their surroundings. The girl had lived in this room her entire life, and the sight was nothing new for her.
She pushed aside the netting that surrounded her bed and stepped lightly onto the floor. Her movements greatly resembled those of a dancer's. Her actions were fluid, not forced, and each step seemed to be a continuation of the previous. In her white silk gown, she appeared rather stunning, like a swan who'd just taken flight. The gown hung loosely on her tiny frame, flowing quietly about her. She had no need to call for any help to dress, as two young maids were already stationed at her door, ready to assist her. She'd told them time and again that she was perfectly capable of dressing herself and did not require their assistance, but had given up on the movement as of recently.
The two helped her slip out of the gown, and quickly helped her into a blue outfit that was rather simple, but still gorgeous. White lace rimmed the short sleeves and bottom of the dress, and the maids slipped a pair of white heels onto the girl's feet to match. Finally, they put began to put up the girl's hair, but she shooed them away before they had a chance to do anything with her golden locks.
The girl sighed, relieved to finally be free of the maids. She appreciated their hard work, but often wished she had more alone time. On her own, she brushed gently through her long masses of hair, staring blankly into the mirror. It didn't take too long to brush through it, as it was well kept and already as soft as a deer's coat. Once that was done, she proceeded on to applying her make-up. She didn't wear much, just a light blue eye shadow, a pale pink lipstick, some mascara, and the tiniest bit of blush. She'd never had much need for blush, since she found herself doing it often enough at silly mistakes.
She stood, minding her heels. She'd been walking in high-heels through the majority of her life, but still managed to trip every once in a while. She pushed back her curtains, letting the sunlight flood in. Springtime had only just begun, and all of the fluffy white snow had been melted. Looking outside, the girl could see flowers beginning to bloom, and trees reclaiming their lost green. Two blue birds were fighting over a worm, causing the girl to giggle at their small squabble. Compared to the rest of the kingdom, the palace had by far the most beautiful land.
Ready and not able to escape the outside world any longer, the girl dropped the curtain; though she left it hanging to the side so sunshine could warm her room. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then exited her room and headed for the dinning hall. Her parents would think something was wrong with her if she didn't eat breakfast, though something was wrong. Something was very wrong indeed.
This girl, a princess, lived in a land known as Phyre. The land's name could not have been truer to its implication, as it meant fire. The land of Phyre had been controlled by two major families for countless years; the Regans and the Parrish. The girl belonged to the Regan family, which was at war with the Parrish. The two families had been warring with each other for decades, fighting for a reason no one knew any longer. Since the purpose of the fighting had been lost throughout time, the two families made a new purpose to keep the fighting alive; land. Currently, the Regans held just a tinge more land than the Parrish, but that could all change with one small skirmish.
The girl was strong-willed, but weak-minded. She hated the mere thought of bloodshed, and sometimes fainted at the sight of it. She wanted nothing more than for the war to end peacefully, but her father refused to hear of any such thing. In order for the war to end, one side would have to forfeit, and he refused to do such because of his 'pride.'
The girl let out one more sigh, then put on her best smile as she stepped into the dinning hall. "Good morning. Mother. Father," She commented, bowing her head slightly to each as she spoke their names.
Her mother, Queen Amadis Regan, merely gave a small nod back. Looked at her mother, it was obvious to see where the girl obtained many of her features. Her mother also had golden blonde hair, though hers was pulled back into a tight bun at the top of her head. She also shared her blue eyes, though her mother's had dulled to a pale gray over the years. Hers mothers facial features were much sharper than her own, and her grace surpassed any the young girl had seen in her fifteen years. Her mother was named for the God of Love, though the girl could not see the resemblance between the two. Her mother ruled over a country that was at war with itself, and the princess failed to see where the love might have been in there. Still, she loved her mother dearly, and often looked to her for advice.
Her father, King Ranvir Regan, continued with eating his chunk of boar meat as if he hadn't heard a thing. His hair was an ugly shade of brown, and looked rough from lack of care, like tree bark. His eyes used to be a lovely gold color, but those had also faded to the point where they looked like brown murky waters. He still carried a royal air about him, though he looked awfully tired in his own way. He was named after a hero of battle, and was one himself. It had become a sort of tradition that each king should have to prove himself in battle before taking the throne. Luckily, the girl's father had escaped with nothing but a scar that ran from his forehead, across his nose, and to the other side of his cheek. He was big man, who was in need of a good workout. Not that the girl or servants would ever tell him that, which left him blissfully unaware of his being overweight. The girl respected her father, but viewed him more as a king than a parent, since his people always came before his daughter. She was always bit afraid of the man, since he looked like he could break her in two, a fact that she'd never once doubted.
The girl sat down at her place at the table, making sure her dress wouldn't wrinkle as she did so. Two sunny-side up eggs along with a slice of buttered toast were already laid out in front of her. She glanced at her father as she took a sip of the water she'd been given.
She wanted greatly to tell him the thoughts the often ran through her head. Her dreams of peace and prosperity. A land where those of the Parrish and Regans could live together in complete harmony. She could easily envision children running happily through fields as they played their games of hide and seek, rather than the young boys just come of age walking into the military academy scared for their lives. She pictured mothers and fathers raising children who'd never need to know the cruelties of war, who'd never have to know those pains. Unfortunately for the moment, it was nothing more than a dream. Though it was a dream she'd do anything to make reality.
Somehow, she'd change her father's mind and end this pointless war. She had to. And she would. And the name of the girl who'd sworn to cease the bloodshed? Princess Anita Regan.