I'm awfully sorry for the delay, but I'm finally back and the last two chapters are almost done. Hope you like this one!
4- PRINCESS
The sadida girl craved attention, which made absolutely no sense. She's a princess, she had entire kingdom devoted to her very whim. One word from her mouth and a hundred soldiers would march into Brakmar and fight for weeks to get her a dress.
That was the reason Rubilax looked down on her. Spoiled, noisy and incredibly selfish, the princess had done absolutely nothing to deserve what she had. Her birth and link with the Tree of Life had given her fortune and power beyond what most people could achieve in a lifetime. To Rubilax, whose philosophy was based in the fact that real power came from a life of difficulties, it was the worst sin one could commit: get something without giving something in return. Everybody had to pay for what they got, be it with money, blood or anything.
She was… A kid. Yes, that was the word he was looking for. She was a kid in the most basic definition: she was spoiled, she never had had to suffer and she thought she was always right.
Still, time would come to prove Rubilax that people are usually deeper that he thought, and that ragtag bunch of misfits had apparently decided to prove that to him. Because, as weeks and even months passed, Rubilx realized something: the princess was the iop.
Not literally, of course, but they were more similar that they would like to admit. Because they screamed and people were forced to notice them and for that it was easy to forget what they actually wanted, and that wasn't attention.
It was respect.
That was what Amalia wanted. She didn't want people to look at her and only see the sadida princess. She wanted them to look at her and see Amalia Sheran Sharm, who did this and that and was something more that the daughter of the king.
And, since comparisons are odious, the sadida looks by her side and sees the cra, who's older, smarter and prettier than her. And it stings. But she also want the approbation of the bodyguards, because she's like the older sister she never had.
That's why she's similar to Rubilax's guardian: they want respect, recognition for things they have done, to be remembered for whom they where and what they did. And they both want the cra to look in their direction with respect and admiration.
So Rubilax sighs and thinks why, no matter what he has believed for centuries, things are never that simple, that plain.
But that's probably fine.