Okay. Hi. I'm PrincessLover1. This issue my first fanfic but I love to write so hopefully you guys will like it.
Prologue:
As the rain poured outside and thunder ringed, the hearth glowed with warmth, and the fire crackled with laughter. I was sitting in front of it, while my mother brushed my hair and told my favorite story. She was gorgeous with long, chocolate brown hair, deep coffee colored eyes, and an infectious smile. She was Queen Annabelle of Aria, and also my mom. My father, King Henry, had been protecting our kingdom from the Black Knight.
The Black Knight and my father were fierce enemies. They were actually friends at one point in time, close enough to be brothers, but something changed when I turned four. That was when he went storming out of our castle yelling about some princess prophecy. He had turned to the Darkness. It was on the other side of the Edge in our kingdom. The Edge is what separates good and evil in a kingdom. Ever since the night he turned, he had been terrorizing people along the borders of the Edge. Soon, my father went to stop him, and so we waited for his return.
"And so the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. The end." My mom said as she finished the story.
"Are fairytales real mommy?" I asked innocently, turning around so our eyes could meet.
"Yes darling, they are. When your father and I met, it was like a fairytale, and when we got you, it was complete." As she spoke, her words flowed over me like a river of honey.
"Then sing me my song"
"Very well darling." And she started to sing. If when she talked her voice was simply nice, then her singing voice was mesmerizing. Little did I know that it would be the last time she would sing me that song.
"I love you mommy."
"I love you too dear."
Knock, Knock. I turned to the door. Two of the newer servants walked into the room. These were the two that scared me the most. They always seemed to be following me, but whenever I looked, they were just doing their duties.
"Dinner is ready Your Highnesses."
"Thank you Brody and Robin. We will be down in two minutes." They quickly bowed and left, probably to tell the cook.
In exactly two minutes, I was downstairs ready to eat. Since I was only five, I sometimes ate in the kitchen with Cookie (my nickname for our cook, because she always snuck me an extra cookie). Today was an exception. My father was supposed to return today for dayside weeks time I would be six, and I wanted to see him again. My hair was curled in perfect ringlets with a pink bow on top. My dress was as pretty as my hair, with pink bows everywhere. I loved to wear my princess dresses, but that would soon change.
As soon as we sat down, my father came in, and I ran up to him squeezing him into a hug. Finally, we sat down to eat all together once more. Everything went fine until the main course. Brody brought in the drinks, as usual. My mother drank her wine, and noted it tasted like the juice I usually have. Two seconds after finishing, she fainted, or at least that's what I thought she did. As my father called for a doctor, I ran over, and started to shake her.
"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy! It's time to wake up. You can't sleep at dinner." I said laughingly. But she didn't wake up. Confusion spread through faster than a bullet, but realization hit me only when the doctor came and took her away.
"Mommy isn't going to wake up sweetie." Said my father as kindly as he could.
"No. No! NO! Mommy will wake up." And with that I ran off to my room, tears streaming down my face and onto a dress I now hated.
The next day, we had the funeral. The rain had toned down to a drizzle, but I wore no cloak. I walked five steps behind my mother's carriage next to my father, nothing more, and nothing less. My dress was as black as the depths of the ocean, and my face was still as stone. Next to me, my father was obviously grieving, while I shed not a single tear, held my head up high, and looked to the heavens, not at what was in front of me. I could literally feel a wall of ice being built around my heart.
All the way from the castle to the royal cemetery, I wouldn't let anyone come near me to stop the rain from ruining my hair or dress.
"I won't leave you. I love you." All her words swirled in my mind, but one sentence stuck. "Fairytales are real." This wasn't a fairytale anymore. My hair was soaked, dress ruined, and my life was a mess. Why had my mom lied? If fairytales were real, this wouldn't have happened. If being a proper princess was dangerous, then I wouldn't be one, and that was my final decision.