If I owned it I would have a Cheese-kun plushie. Aw, who am I kidding? I'd have at least three.
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The perfect pale pink dress felt horribly wrong to the ten-year-old princess. It was the first day after the official mourning period for her brother and sister and she felt like wearing the beautiful dress and the elegant little shoes and the ribbons in her hair was betraying them.
Nunnally would never grow to be big enough to wear a dress like this. She would never braid blue ribbons in the sweet, beautiful little girl's hair again. They would never borrow their respective mothers' jewellery again and dream of when they'd be old enough to wear it as anything but dress-up.
She'd never talk to her favourite brother again. She'd never dance with him again. She'd never muddle her way through a game of chess against him and listen to him tell her she'd gotten closer to beating him, even though she always knew she hadn't. They'd never study together again or play their violins together.
She brought a hand up to her throat, around which sat a fine silver chain, from which hung a little pendant in the shape of in the shape of a bird. On her ninth birthday, the last one she'd had with them, they'd presented it to her, among all the other things they got her. When they'd been sent away she'd resolved to wear it everyday so she could always have them with her. Now she was never going to take it off.
The image the mirror gave her was like a porcelain doll. The perfect, elaborate dress, white skin and rosy cheeks and lips. People had often remarked at how she and Nunnally had those features in common. Perfect little dolls, they had looked like a matching set.
Now the girl in the mirror stood alone. There was no smaller girl with her fair, wavy hair and smaller, blue version of her elder sister's dress. No little boy, a fraction taller than her and in blue to match his little sister, his dark hair neat and unique in their family.
No, all the mirror showed her was a fragile-looking little girl made of porcelain, Britannia's last doll princess.
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AN: I appear to have drabble fever. But its that or I write my Drama essay.