Day one

 

Day 1

    Every girl dreams of being a princess. Their hair being long and beautiful, weraing fine gowns made with the richest of colors and the softest of silks. Having eloborate crowns placed apon their heads and being marrid to a very handsom and charming prince. The difference between Adella and all the othe girls in the world was that she was rich, beautiful and a princess...but she did not want it. Honestly, she did not love the man she was about to marry, not that she hated him. He did not beat her, he was very handsom, and he was fairly knd to her, but she did not love him.

    She wasn't always like this, trapped in a castle. Adella remembered her childhood, as she often did when she stared out the window. How she played in the fields, and ran for the chickens when they got out of te coop. Her biological father was a poot, low class, farmer wo happened to marry the most beautiful lady in the village. They were very much in love, Adella's mother and father, and they loved their daughter more than life.

    "My sweet Adella," he would say to her.

    "Yes Papa."

    "Do you know, that you are more beautiful than all the little princesses in the world?"

    Adella would giggle and answer, "Why yes Papa! You told me that yesterday."

    He would then gasp, "So I did" and then swoop the laughing child into arms and twirl around with her so she could fly.

     A tear dripped down Adella's face then. When she was 8 years old, her father became very ill.

     At his final hour, Adella came to sit by his bedside, er mother was weepin in the corner.

    "My sweet Adella..." he rasped

     Adella sniffed, "Yes Papa."

    "Do you...do you know....you are....more beautiful than all the little...princesses in the...world?"

    Again the child sniffed, "Why yes Papa. You told me that yesterday."

    He gave his teary eyed daughter a weak smile, "So I did."

    Adella waited ad waited for him to puck her up, to show her everything would be alright. But the man remained in bed, breath ragged.

    "Papa," she cried, "Arent you going to help me fly? I canot fly without you Papa! Please!" Young Adella was sobbing.

     Gently her father smooter her hair, "Hush child. I cannot help you fy anymore. I am to weak. But my dear girl, you do not need me. You are strong, Adella, and I believe in you. I love you, my sweet.

    "I love you too Papa."

    He gave her one last smile before his eyes drifted close and her father was off to God.

 

    Adella shut the blinds, gasping feverishly. It had been 10 years since her Father's death, and she still could remeber his ocean blue eyes and dark, wavy brown hair that resembled her own. It had been 9 years since the Duke married her mother, and yet she still was not accoustemed to life of nobility. In spirit, she was still the dirtt, little farm girl, even though she looked every bit as beautiful as a noble women...but softer in a way. Not as harsh and stiff and powerful. Soft.

     And, Adella thought as she looked around her extravagant room, it has been 2 years since the King arranged for me to be the wife of his eldest son and I am still not ready to be a queen.

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    Adella's fiance found her sitting by the window, starring blankly at the blinds. He sighed, and placed a hand on er shoulder. She did not look up.

    "My dear." He said.

    No response.

      The prince plastered a very charming, but hardly warm, smile on his face and tried again, "Please, darling, come to dine with us. I don't want my beloved to go hungry."

    At this, Adella turned her gaze apon the man standing next to her. She let out one humourless laugh. "Oh Edward, such a pretty speech. But I must ask you to leave me now. We both know this is just a show and I don't need your false compassion." Sheturned back to the closed window and waited. He did not move. "Leave me!" she criend, letting her head fall in her hands as sobbs racked her shoulders.

    The prince left. He knew what was going on. His bride-to-be was always thinking of the loss of her father. This behavior was nothing new to him.

    Adella sighed and let depression wash over her.

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     "Adella...." a smokey whisper filled the young princess' ears, "Adella my sweet..."

    Adella's eyes fluttered open and she gasped. Her father was starig down at her, smiling saddly.

    "Papa?" she whispered unsurely.

    "Time to wake up my little princess....wake up....wake up"

    Adella blinked and her father vanished. Instead her mother was the face before her.

    "Mother, what time is it?" she asked, sad that it was not here beloved father standing at her bed side.

    "Nearly midnight." Naomi replied in a whisper. "I thought you might be hungry since did not show up to supper." She gave her daughter a knowing frownand handed her a chunk of bread. Adella gladly bit into it, savoring the cloud like texture and the warmth of it going into er stomach on this cold november night.

    "Thank you mother."

     Naomi smiled and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight my dear."

Reviews

[dixxel]

nice... wonder whats going to happen next? hehe

[ChloeCharlotte]

I. Love. It. WRITE MORE!!!

[Drowning with Stars]

I LOVE IT!!! Please tell me you'll be adding to it???