Today is going to be a great day she repeats to herself as she hears the birds chirping and feels the sun wipe across her cheek. She still can't get used to waking up smiling, yet here she is, waking up with a smile another day. It's an odd type of feeling, waking up and not being worried about a single thing. She rises and dresses herself wondering what to eat for breakfast all the while considering how much she appreciates the mundane nature of her mornings. But she still missed the craziness some times. Somehow, a waffle will never be comparable to saving the world.
She walks down stairs and makes herself a cup of green tea. An omelet, she thinks, I'll make an omelet today.
How different her life was this time last year. What to eat for breakfast was never on her mind. She was more concerned with how to escape from the prison she lived in her entire life. She was placed there when she was five years old after her parents were killed in the Struggle. As the heir to the throne, her life was of utmost importance to her country so she was placed under protective care in a secret location where her enemies would not find her until she turned 18 and could take control of her crown. Secret location, more like a prison in her opinion, the Tower had all the comforts of home-toys, kitchens, music, exercise rooms, but no one she knew except her caregiver, Lola.
Thirteen years later, just a week shy of her 18th birthday, word spread that the Challengers finally figured out where she was being kept so her advisors decided one week would have to be close enough and allowed her to be inaugurated early. She was needed on the frontlines, her time had come.
The sound of the tea kettle whistling brought her out of her nostalgic trance. She poured the water into the mug and let it seep while she beat the eggs for her omelet.