CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER  1

 

The morning sun was peering through the heart-shaped window.  A mess of brown hair under the white covers shiverred.  The princess of hearts got up, walking gracefully and barefooted on the white floor.  She looked in the heart-shaped mirror.  That mess that some people call hair would take ages to fix.

“Oh, well, lets get to it!” she said, reaching for her heart shaped hair brush.

 

Everything in the room was heart-shaped.

 

After she brushed her hair, which did take ages, she went to the bathroom to wash off the worries of that night.  Coronation Day had taken a lot of space in her thoughts.  After she got out, she brushed her hair, again, and went to choose her outfit.  There weren’t many options, since nearly all her clothes were similar.  There were some party outfits, of course, and there, on a mannequin, her grand coronation outfit.  She sighed.  Finally, Heara chose her simple everyday yellow dress, her pink slippers and accesories.  Yes, quite uncommon for a heart princess.  Suddenly a card flew in the window.  It was a plain ordinary card, only it had a romb on the back and on the front, a neatly written message. The message read:

 

OMG, R u excited for Coronation Day?

I can’t wait!

                Caro

 

Heara smiled. Even though they barely knew each other, her cousin Caro would always find a reason to send a card.  She wrote under the message:

 

Yeah

                   Heara

 

Which was, kind of, true. Only she was more nervous than excited.  She stepped to the window and let the card fly in the wind.  It was a very old way to send messages.  The cards always found their way to their receivers. 

Heara sighed.Then, looking down, she noticed two darked haired girls giglling in the garden. What were they doing here ?

 

She sped out of her room, took the balustrade shortcut down the stairs and ran into the garden.  There, in the middle, standing between two heart- and card-shaped bushes were two girls, one in a blue dress and purple shoes and accesories, the other, well, the other way round.

 

“Picka? Trefla?”

Two almost identical faces looked back at her.  Then they both smiled.

“Oh, hey, Heara, said one of them.”

“We’re glad to see you, said the other.”

Even though they looked like twins, they were cousins. But they were closer than Heara and Caro had ever been, mostly because their mothers had been sisters, and all of the girls fathers were brothers. So Picka and Trefla were, in lack of words, more than cousins.

“What are you doing here?” Heara asked.

“Well, Caro sent us a card saying that we should meet up here.” Picka said, the one with the blue dress.

“One message? To both of you?”

“Oh, yes, we were having one of our semi-weekly sleepovers. Anyway, she should be here any second now.” Trefla said.

“She never sent me a message saying you were meeting at my place.” Heara muttered.

“Oh, here she comes!” Picka shouted.

And there, as fast as it could go with high heels, was running towards them Caro, the princess of Diamonds.  She had long blonde hair that was flying out behind her, a blue dress, and the same pink accesories as Heara, only she wore the cute Little high heel shoes.  When she came to a halt, you could see that she was as high as Heara, only Heara was wearing flats.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?”

“Caro, why didn’t you tell me you were all coming?”

“What, it’s not bad, is it?  Anyway, I was thinking we could go shopping.”

“Sorry, I was going to catch up on some Reading.” Heara said immediately.

“Oh, well, okay.  See you later!” Caro said, turning around.

 

Picka and Trefla waved shortly, then followed her.

Although Heara didn’t like shopping, or any other activities the girls would plan, she did feel lonely when they left her behind like that.  But it had always happened that way.  Slowly, she went into the castle and to the library on the second floor.  After going through a little labyrinth of books and shelves, she got to her favourite Reading nook.  This spot was like a little room made by shelves, with red carpet and books spread on the floor, a red armchair in the center and a window between the bookshelves.  Because it was directly under her room, she would sneak in from time to time on the evenings with a rope from her room to resume some entertaining book.  She knew it was dangerous, but she had practise by now.   She took a book that had been on the armrest of the chair and sunk into its pages.