Simple and Clean

by Chaotic Reflections

On the surface, one would wonder how such opposites could work so well together. After all, Sally was the beautiful, brilliant princess, destined to fall in love with a prince charming or hero. Shadow was the Ultimate Lifeform, rough around the edges with crimson eyes glowing death and danger. They seemed like two jagged puzzle pieces that shouldn't fit, and yet, they did.

14. Hate

14. Hate

"Daughter, look at you! You look perfect," Queen Alicia gushed, though her compliment fell upon deaf ears. Sally sneered at her reflection, though she made sure to do it when her mother wasn't looking. The last thing she needed was a lecture about how a lady shouldn't do such things and blah, blah, blah.

Dear God, all of these rules and what a lady should and shouldn't do were seriously working her nerves. However, Sally, being the patient person she was, simply nodded her head and offered her mother a smile, pretending that she enjoyed being dressed up like some kind of Barbie doll.

Boy, did she loathe her life! It was redundant and tedious. And the things she had to endure! All the lectures, lessons, and following rules that made zero sense, who cares what fork you use to eat your salad?, were making her brain-dead.

One would think that she would adore being a princess, being wealthy beyond logic, and having people wait on her, but it got old real quick after a while, and it was terribly boring. She had made friends with the commoners, finding their company far more enjoyable than the the stuffy, snooty rich people. However, her parents insisted that she hang with her own people, i.e. other royals.

"Thank you kindly, mother. I do so love my outfit," Sally managed to spit out, though on the inside she despised wearing stuffy, girly dresses and a crown that was worth more than what most people would ever make in their lifetime. Her mother hummed happily in response, patting her on the shoulders before leaving her to herself, softly shutting her door.

Only until she was sure her mother was out of hearing range did Sally allow her mask to slip off. Letting loose a frustrated scream, she grabbed her crown and hurled it at her mirror, watching as it shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed quietly. She didn't want anyone barging in on her and asking her what was the matter. Besides, what could anyone do for her? She was trapped with no visible way out, so she decided to suffer through it until an opportunity presented itself.

I HATE BEING A PRINCESS was the last thought Sally had before falling into a restless sleep.