Chapter 4 : I Seemed to Have Forgotton Something

Verena's POV

10 years have passed since I've met Peter.

He still remains my loyal butler after all this time. This morning was different, I had not awoken to the sound of him telling me to get up but to the sun on my face. How strange I thought. Peter wouldn't leave without telling me where he was going. Oh well, he was probably off roaming around in the human world.

I sat up on my large bed and pulled away the sheer white curtains surrounding it. I stood up and slowly walked to my bathroom while half asleep. I then pulled off my nightgown and looked in the mirror. I noticed the scars on my stomach and breasts have faded. I had acquired them last week when I was fighting a giant lizard that had been terrorizing a small village. I wasn't exactly the most "proper" Queen. I liked getting my hands dirty and drawing blood when needed.

After my bath I dried myself off and went into my closet. There were ballgowns and dresses everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. That's the life of a queen I suppose. I rummaged through all the taffeta and ribbons and stumbled upon a red high-low dress. I don't think I've worn it before.

Not letting it go to waste, I asked one of my maids to help me put it on. When the corset was tied, I excused the maid to go do her regular duties. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Being a c-cup wasn't all that. It was actually quite embarrassing.

Wanting to make the dress a bit more "me" I paired it with black garters and thigh high socks. I then slipped out of my bedroom wearing red mary jane pumps, to match the red dress of course. Oh I almost forgot my crown. I tend to forget about it if it wasn't for Peter that reminded me everyday. Running back into my closet to grabbed my crown, I saw my late mother's crown. A sadness and resentment overwelmed me.

I looked away and grabbed my crown and put it on the top of my brown hair which had a slight red undertone. I didn't wear my mother's crown because it was too bedazzled for my taste. Instead I had a custom crown made just for me. It was gold with red roses, thorns, and pearls wrapping and hanging off one side. The tippy top was topped off with a heart shaped ruby jewel.

Running down to the throne room I almost tripped several times. The throne room was where I had my morning duties. These duties were listening to the troubles and complaints of the villagers. Sometimes they would also bring me gifts for helping them out.

After 3 hours of listening, I began feeling like a therapist. My knight noticed and told everyone that the visiting hours were over.

After all the villagers went home I slouched back and sighed heavily on my throne. I excused my knights and advisors and litterly just sat there staring at the doors.

I was just about to go wash myself for dinner when Peter came running in in his rabbit form with a strange man following closely behind him.