Just Your Average Princess
Kalasin sighed.
Well, that's putting it lightly. This wasn't so much a sigh as a well-the-world's-gonna-end-but-there-really-isn't-much-I-can-do-about-it kind of gesture. The only catch was, the world wasn't really ending, she was just being melodramatic. Again.
It was just that, she didn't really want to go to the party tomorrow night. It wasn't a matter of being stubborn, she enjoyed parties. Usually.
Today was just, well, she just didn't want too. Unfortunately, what wasn't a big deal, suddenly became the biggest news of the year, even bigger than the youngest Terané boy running off with the Gallan gypsy caravan just last month. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know if she was feeling ill, or if she was having a spat with a court lady, or if she was regretting not joining the gypsies when she had the chance.
Shaking her head, Kalasin considered the last one. People could say some crazy things. She had everything in the world she could ever want, including a loving, if slightly odd, family, and some wonderful friends, why on earth would she ever give that up to live with gypsies of all people?
She just felt like staying in, away from the eyes that followed her everywhere. They all held her in the highest regard, granting her every wish, often before she could even make said wish known. They all thought she was something she wasn't, something spectacular. As much as she didn't want to let them down, Kalasin was tired of it. Besides, missing one party wasn't that big of a deal, she could just say she was tired, and wanted a rest. Nothing of that was anything less than the absolute truth; she would just have to leave out what exactly she was tired of.
Kalasin sighed again, this time more reservedly, without the heavy shoulder heaving, and extravagant eye rolling.
She wasn't anything special, not really.
She was just your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill, princess.