I felt… like a ghost. Like I had already died but was forced to keep going. Nothing was left for me here and what was expected of my future and what my past had been was like a form of ghosthood for me. My name is Princess Tiana Genevieve Victoria Winslet of Denmark and I am the new heir to the throne after a mysterious fire that killed almost the entire royal family. My father was the reigning king but, in the fire, he was killed. The burden of a kingdom now rests on my shoulders.
Before that terrible night the fire consumed my parents and destroyed my life I had been a proper princess. No fun, no childhood. I was privately tutored by 15 elite professors who exceled in teaching their subject. After that I had 5 maids who would make my life a living clean and precise hell. "Back straight! Head high! Don't slouch!" those were the words I heard every day until I became elegant and acted maturely.
A part of me wished I was killed in that fire instead of my parents. True, they never spoke to me and we hardly ever were together, they had always provided me with all I needed to become a princess. But they could've done a lot more for this country by living than I will ever do.
There was only two people who survived the blaze, me and Uncle Fredrik. Uncle is to run the kingdom until I am ready to take the throne. But until the police and government spies are certain someone didn't deliberately try to kill us all, I am going into Japan in hiding.
But to ensure I am never discovered I have to change. I walked to my bathroom with Katrina, my maid. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked looking at the scissors and black hair dye on the counter.
"I must." I answered bravely even though I was nearly scared to death by the items. But if someone was out to kill me, I would be dead if I didn't do this. I will do anything for my country and my survival at this point.
I looked at my brown hair taking notice of it before I cut it. It was wavy and straight and light brown all over. It wasn't short, but it wasn't really long either. I had always been complimented on my beauty and was the envy of the girls in the palace because of my green eyes and fair but not pale skin and my hair just finished the look.
Suddenly another maid ran into the bathroom and said softly and quickly " The palace is on fire. They have come to kill you!". I paled. I would die. I had just thought I would continue to mourn and be a ghost until I left in a couple of hours. I thought wrong and now I was going to die because of it.
I realized the other maid was holding something. It was my mothers emerald suitcases and a plastic bag. "Quick put this on!" she said franticly as she pulled out a dirty maid dress from her plastic bag followed by a blonde wig and blue contacts. "There is no time left to remake you. Quicker!" she whisper shouted at me. I looked in the mirror and suddenly it hit me. I looked like my maid.
The maid with the suitcases put on a brown wig and gave the other one to my maid. "Run!" They shouted at me. They handed me the suitcases and I heaved them out of my room with them trailing after me. I was lucky my mother had wheels put on them because they were the heaviest things I had lifted in my life.
I sprinted down the spirals of stairs, the want to survive taking over me. I hurried out the back door at the end of my bedroom wing. I could see the flames on the curtains and behind the shadows in the corner I saw a man with a gun going up my stairs to my room. I ran away to the car at the back of the palace and never looked back. That was the last I ever saw of my home and I still remember my maids screams as the car drove away.