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Chapter 1:
I was not always in the company of royalty. I actually began life as a simple peasant, the daughter of a blacksmith and his wife, Peter and Olivia Bell.
Around the time I was born, the same day in fact, the princess Fausta of Kyria was born. Ironically, we were not only born on the same day, but we looked incredibly similar. This statement would only grow to be more true as time went on, as many people would say. Although we shared many characteristics, including tawny curls and bright green eyes, I do have to say that her nose is considerably larger than mine.
On my eighth birthday, the town was in a bustle of excitement. Princess Fausta was coming to spend the day to celebrate her birthday outside the castle.
When I first saw the princess, I thought that I was looking at a well-dressed version of myself. Others seemed to notice as well, glancing from Fausta, to me, and back to Fausta.
Unfortunately, looks don't tell a thing about a person.
"Mommy!" she would whine to Queen Ella, "I want to go home! All these filthy people are scaring me." Her mother just gave an exasperated sigh, and whispered something in the King's ear. He nodded, but did not speak.
I, however, did not like being called 'filthy.' My parents anticipated a rash action coming from me, and held me back by simply putting a hand on my shoulder.
I managed to control my temper the rest of the day, even though I wanted to rip out Fausta's tawny curls for insulting my town.
Finally, it was time to sing 'Happy Birthday' to Fausta. All I had to do was stand next to her while the town sang to both of us (it was my birthday too, after all), and then she would be gone.
Things didn't go as I had planned.
The King and Queen looked at me strangely as I walked toward Fausta, but didn't stop me. After a dirty look from the princess, the town began to sing.
When the song ended, the Queen walked over to me.
"What is your name, child?" she asked kindly.
"Necia, your highness," I answered nervously.
"Where are your parents Necia?" I pointed to them.
The Queen briskly walked towards them, followed by the King.
I watched as my parents talked to the King and Queen. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, although I could tell by the looks on my parents faces that they were deciding something.
Finally, my parents motioned for me to come over.
My mother knelt down so our eyes were level. "I always want you to know that your father and I love you very much. We made this decision for you."
I looked at her curiously, not understanding.
"You're going to be going with the King and Queen and the princess to live with them. We'll be able to visit each other all the time," she told me, tears streaming down her rosy checks.
"Why do I have to go with them?" I asked, confused.
The Queen spoke up. "You'll be helping us with something very important to Kyria. I promise that you will have fun, and you'll be able to visit your parents often." I nodded sadly, and Ella smiled. "Good, now go pack your bags."
There wasn't much to pack, and so I was ready to leave with the royal family. After a reluctant goodbye to my parents, I got into the fancy carriage, and was pulled away into a new life.
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