Chapter 1
What can you do, when you are stuck, all alone and have no where to run to. When you fall desperately in love with someone who doesn't deserve to be loved and when you know you could just give up and accept the one person willing to be yours forever. I sat under the moonlight, wishing I had it all. My balcony was big enough for a get together. What can I say, being a princess had its pecks. But being the princess of walker town was a whole lot of comosion.people beg and wish to be in my shoes. Only if they knew how tight the shoes were on me. I wish I was a normal child, I would have gladly voted for that if I had the chance. But come on, who am I kidding. I'm no one.All I'm supposed to do in my life is to wave and smile, attend Gallas and watch just how the love of my life dances away happily with his fated. I'm nothing, I'm no one. I'm just like a mannequin doll. Dressed up when need be. I have no choice, no say, I have nothing but bunch of maids who talk about how pretty me dress was or how elegant I looked. Life as a princess isn't all magical. I breathed in the fresh air and walked into my bedroom. The maids had already come to help me take my garments off but I told them I was fine today. I helped my self take of the coset that was clung to my body since morning. It was difficult doing it myself but I succeeded. I finally got rid of the dress and settled in for my night garment. I wanted to go to sleep. But thoughts of him didn't leave my mind just yet. I was disappointed, In myself, in my life, and for once I was so jealous. We had the official fating competition today. It was more of a gala, where eighteen year old princesses line up for princes who are about fifteen years older than us or above choose who they would probably marry. Either as their forever wife or second. It mostly depends who chooses you. But today, I really wished it was us who did the choosing instead. Prince Wilson, son of king George and the rightful heir to the throne of the Kain's empire.My only heart desire. We have been friends for a while now, it was tradition that the prince chooses three princesses and try to study them to see which one he wanted. I really thought things were going on quite well for me, for us. He was kind, generous, and very handsome too. He was the man of my dreams. I got dressed up every afternoon in these garments just to make him proud. For heaven's sake, I didn't like pets but I had gotten myself a whole pet zoo.
I don't love dancing either, but I learned it just to make him notice me and all for what? For his older step brother William to choose me instead of him. I would have understood at least a little if William chose me before Wilson could. But no, Wilson was the last but one to choose. There were only two girls left.and so were the Prince's. My competitor Sylvia and I had an eye for just one person and you guessed it right, Prince Wilson. As he stepped foot in the room, where all the king's and queens were observing us. My heart jumped a beat. I wanted him I love him and I was willing to do anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask.
After the questions and the dance which I was completely sure I did my best, it was time for the fated to be chosen. I was beyond anxious because I knew that the person who kept standing would automatically belong to the last prince and then the last prince would be allowed to choose another female of his choice in addition the next year. I didn't want to be the last person standing neither did I want to be a force, but there I was, watching as Sylvia got her first kiss from the man I had dreamed of every night. Dancing with him and they even dared to sit next to each other. As per custom,I was now stuck with the last bachelor. Prince William.
He was eighteen years older than me. He was handsome, very much handsome actually, but that was not what I wanted. I wanted his little step brother, not him. But now I was stuck with him and I didn't know what to do. I was supposed to meet him this evening. The moon was twinkling in the sky and I waited patiently to see my now fated. He took long, but eventually, he came. "Your highness" I bowed.
He was still in his attire. His broad chest didn't mind introducing it's self as it showed evidently in his garment. He was supposed to be married by now. In fact, he was supposed to be married years ago but he insisted on waiting for the right time. And I guess the right time was with me . "Sit my lady, I shall wash your feet per custom demand".
He smiled at me revealing his perfect set of teeth. I raised up my head and nodded, before bringing the stool and the bowl. I sat Infront of him as he knelt down picking my left foot. We were supposed to do something after he washes my feet but I wasn't going to deliver that part. I was not going to allow him have me. I don't want him,
I never did, and I never will. I want Wilson and I would get him. There was still hope. He isn't married yet, he still had about six months more for them to decide if they were going to marry. All I had to do was to let him know the kind of mistake he had made and that I was the perfect wife and Queen he needed, no but's attached.
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