In a land far, far away from Matt's family farm, there lived a very pretty princess. Her name was Azalea Amore Angela Avalon Abiram or just Azalea most of the time. At the current moment, she was very angry.
Stomping up the stairs to her tower bedroom, she fumed.
"Stupid fucking lady's maid, stupid fucking tutor, stupid fucking dress-maker!" she ranted. She threw open the doors to her room, throwing the guards outside off their guard.
"Ah, Your Highness, ummn, is there something-?" started one of the guards, looking confused, before she interrupted him.
"Well, don't just stand there, you ox-faced fools! Go guard something else! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself! Go, get out of here!" she snarled.
The two guards scuttled away and Azalea slammed the large door shut behind her. The room before her was painted with frescoes of angels and castles and forests, and was filled with beautiful furniture, but her favorite part was the window seat cushioned in simple cotton. It looked out onto the kingdom's rising sun, and she did love it.
Throwing herself onto the window seat, she curled up and stared at the window. Her reflection showed a girl with a heart-shaped face with porcelain skin, large blue-gray-violet eyes, and long black hair tied in a bun. In her anger and frustration, she ripped off her tiara and dismantled her bun, throwing her hair down to her hips. The pins had been frustrating her.
Palace life wasn't cool. She hated being told where to go and what to do, how do it and what to wear. All she ever wanted to do was ride her horse Carnelian in the forest. Was that so much to ask? After all, she needed something to take away from the stress of suitors and lessons. And that stupid lady's-maid, Lorielle! Oh, she hated Lady Lorielle, that pompous, power-hungry, back-stabbing freak!
Maybe it was time to leave?
