Hello everyone! Happy New Year! The history behind this story is that I wrote this way back in 5th grade. I'm still not the best writer, if you can't tell, and I ask for some constructive criticism if you can give it. I might work on some things here and there but I'm pretty much keeping it the same way that it was back then. Please read and leave a review if you can because I appreciate it.

Prologue

Sarasaland is famous for its discovery and rumored extra-terrestrial inhabitants. It was a kingdom shroud in mystery. A world that was filled with fantasy and royalty. The king and queen lived happily together, ruling the land with ease; as its residents lived happily as well.

After a few years, the queen announced the expectation of a new baby. It would be a princess that will rule the land after her parents. The Mushroom Kingdom's royals also announced the coming of a new heir days later. With both royals overjoyed, they became close friends.

After many uneventful months had passed, both princesses were born. Both kingdoms rejoiced, celebrating the new heirs. It was a wonderful time for everyone in Sarasaland. The queen had named the child after a popular flower in The Mushroom Kingdom, a daisy. As a token of gratitude, The Mushroom Kingdom queen named her child after the Sarasaland queen's favorite fruit, a peach. The kings had both agreed that the children must become friends and hold the same bond as their parents. There were so many expectations that were held over the children, but their parents would make sure that they were to complete all of them, and do it properly. They must have the proper gown, the proper hair, the proper crown, the proper jewelry, the proper attitude, and most importantly, the proper husband. Everything must be proper, or else they wouldn't be the proper princesses.

Years had passed after those days of prim and perfection. Sarsaland was without a queen now, without the proper role model for the princess. Nothing was perfect anymore. Princess Daisy was now older and smarter, but she wasn't proper. She could roll in the mud with the pigs, she could play baseball with the boys and not care if her hair was tangled, and she could fight for herself, which wasn't the proper thing to do in the eyes of her father. She knew that her father just wanted her to be just like Peach. Oh how she despised how her father admires Peach's perfection. Peach was clean, neat, glossy, doll-like, but she was proper, which was all Daisy's father wanted for her. Daisy even hated the word. Proper, it had such a weird way of escaping her lips. However, her father was only trying to teach her what he couldn't by letting Daisy stay with Peach for the seasonal balls, and Daisy knew that. She just hated the fact that she did.

The sun shone through the stain glass windows of the throne room. Daisy's father sat on the throne, reviewing the schedule he had received moments ago. He sighed and rested his palm on his forehead. A young, teenage-like Princess Daisy strode in, her hair bouncing behind her as she smiled.

"Good morning, Daddy!" She bowed, picking up the sides of her dress in a curtsey.

"Good morning, sweetie. I must show you this." He patted his lap and let Daisy sit on him. He was strong, so he could take her weight.

"What's that?" She pointed at the scribbles on the paper.

Her father huffed and tapped the paper lightly. "It's the schedule for this year, where I will be going."

"Daddy," She slouched back on the throne's arm, "Don't you think you should stay home this year? You've been around the world enough. "

"Sweetie, I have to make sure everything is in check. We can't have the lands around us get into trouble, now can we?" He looked back at the paper.

Daisy's father was known for his travels around the world to make sure everything was perfect and in place. He would stay some days and be gone the next. Daisy was always upset when he left. She missed her mother and with her father temporarily gone, Peach's castle was not the place she wanted to be. Every time her father left the kingdom to an island or far off land, Daisy couldn't help but fear for him. He started traveling after the queen had passed due to a terrible disease that plagued the sands. Daisy had always supposed that her father's passion to travel was due to the fact that he remembered the queen's knack for perfection and wanted everything to be like the queen wanted it: Perfectly Perfect.

"But Daddy, can't it wait until after Christmas? Everyone will be together and happy, but I'm going to be stuck with Peach."

"Yes, but Toadstool is teaching you to be a princess. While I'm gone, I can be confident that you are learning how to be-"

"Proper." She finished in a mocking tone.

The king looked at her with a smile. "I only want the best for you."

"Yeah, I know." She replied quietly.

They both looked at the schedule in front of them. Daisy tried to memorize the dates, pounding each date into a mental image. The two were left in silence, only their faint breaths could be heard. Daisy looked up from the paper and a question that she rarely asked had popped into her head. She turned to her father, "Daddy?"

He looked up from the paper and their eyes were locked on each other's. "Yes, dear?"

"Do I remind you of Mom?"

The king hesitated, first looking around the room. Daisy sighed and was about to stop him from responding, but he spoke.

"When you talk, you remind me of how your mother would speak; always clear and fluent. When you look at me with your beautiful blue eyes, it reminds me of her diamond eyes that always made me smile. But you want to know what make me think about your mother the most when I see you?"

Daisy nodded, feeling her lips curl into a smile.

Her father pinched Daisy's cheeks and laughed, "Your chubby little cheeks remind me of your mother's perfectly round face."

She laughed and pushed her father's hand away from her face. "Mom was perfect, wasn't she?"

The king smiled, but it slowly faded. He missed the queen just as much as the rest of the kingdom, if not more. Daisy just wanted to please her father in any way possible. She felt that she wasn't enough. As if just being her wasn't accepted by him for the odd reason.

Daisy hopped down from his lap and walked out of the room after bowing her farewell. She walked down the all-too-familiar halls to her room. From her room, she could see the rapid river that cut through the sands. She sighed and looked over to her vase of fresh flowers. She brushed her fragile fingertips across the petals of the tulips and roses. Once she reached the daisies, she winced back.

You must be prim and proper, for a true princess has no flaws; she recited the lines in her mind. A true princess…

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