A 16 year old partying. I know how absurd. How absolutely horrid. How dare a teenager go out and party.
“ Your spouse to be a role model for the citizens of Dec Nora” Nagged my mother, Queen Lithona.
“I’m allowed to go out and enjoy-” I was rudely cut off by my father saying,
“With permission.”
“ That you never give,” I argued.
“ You turned 17 last night. It’s time you start behaving like an adult. You’ll be queen soon, so start acting like it. Understand?”
“ I never asked for this” I shout in retaliation.
“ It doesn’t matter!” My father King Randon was shaking with frustration.
“ You need to get ready; today you’ll be finding a suitor to rule alongside with.” She was trying to avoid a screaming match that often occurred between my parents and I.
“ Really I had no idea I thought today was taco tuesday”
“Go get dressed, they'll be here any minute” Translation: I’m done arguing with you ,so I'm sending you to a place where I don't have to look at you.
“Yay, can’t wait”
I exited the room. If you could call it that. The ceiling was at least Twenty feet high, if not more. The ginormous rug was laced with golden fleece surrounding a satin inside. The ‘statement chandelier’ (name patented by me) was as ornate as it was obnoxious. The chandelier itself was fine but, the fact that my parents had taken the liberty to hang it from a sold gold chain,and place it in the center of the room as if to say,”HAHA look we have sooooooo much more money than you I bet you couldn't afford this''. It seemed that was the theme for most of the castle’s decor. When I get crowned queen that'll be the first thing to go.
I made it back to my bedchamber and found Ella, my personal servant waiting for me. I’m supposed to have at least five but, I convinced my parents that ‘oh but that would be such a waste of money, and she such a good worker’. The real reason I didn’t want to have multiple servants was because I had had a very small,insignificant,undetectable romantic attraction to her. THAT DOES NOT MATTER AT ALL.
“So, I heard about last night's events.” she smirked with her hand on her hips. The stance reminded me of the way a teacher would look at a kid who always eats playdough.
“ I have no idea what you're talking about.” She chuckled at my response.
She gestured to the chair next to her with the hairbrush in her hand. I happily trouted over to the chair. As she brushed my hair I admired her through the mirror. This was a common occurrence for the two of us. I intently stared at her and she pretended not to notice while her cheeks turned red.
I mean how could I not find her attractive. Her eyes where the most enchanting shade of amber.
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