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Nobody told me life would be like this. They said being a princess is easy and stress-free. Um, excuse me, it's the complete opposite. Whoever said that was a big fat liar. All the manners and etiquette, and 100 different dinner utensils. Like, kill me.
A little backstory of me; my name is Princess Carys. People would describe me as irritating or stubborn; but I call that having a personality and being strong-willed. My annoyingly perfect parents are King Simeon and Queen Avaia of the vibrant kingdom of Verdalis. (I'm in this mess because of them)
Verdalis is a beautiful and lavish kingdom, a lush forest and meadows, bubbling brooks and running rivers, beautiful wildlife everywhere you look. The air smells of sweet flowers and fresh bread. Bustling streets and laughter fill the air.
Back on the whole, my parents ruined my life and put me in this mess. Basically, I am turning 18, ok? And of course, my parents are freaking out about me not having a suitor. Yeah, I totally want to marry a gross, unhygienic, egotistical piece of crud princes! My parents are literally psychotic. They threatened an arranged marriage, but like that would never happen.
On top of that, I have a stupid suitor ball, and I hate royal balls. Like they make me want to scratch out my eyes. All the fake compliments and the guys secretly (not very inconspicuously) checking you out. Last time I checked, I was a woman, not a piece of frickin meat.
Anyways I digress now on the whole suitor ball. It's my parents' last hope to get me a guy. I could find my own guy if I–
“Carys Rose Valenwood!” Madame Liora says sharply at my distraction as she flicks my head.
“Ow! Why did you do that?” I exclaim, rubbing my head.
“Stay still,”she continues to tighten my corset. “What am I going to do with you?” I assume it is a rhetorical question.
“Liora…can't breathe!” I wheeze out the corset, squeezing me to death.
“Didn't you hear what your parents said? You have to look like royalty, not some hooligan who walks with the common folk.” She says as she is brushing out my hair to curl.
What I don't understand is why it matters, like what I do with my freebie doesn't affect them, in my opinion. “I know what they said, but do we have to do the corset and makeup and the heels?” I groan, I hate heels they are literal medieval torture devices.
“Cariad, you know you have to look pleasing. I agree it's a lot, but it's for a good reason.” She grabs her hair curler, “As soon as we get done, you get to meet all these handsome bachelors” Liora says in a teasing tone.
“Fine.” I replied, ignoring her bachelor comment.
For the rest of the prep time, she puts my long wavy blonde hair in curls and a half up half down bun hair style. The dress is a beautiful baby blue color, gems embellish it, and it fits in all of the right places. The heels are a white glossy pump. My makeup is neutral with hints of blue on my eyeshadow, making my bright blue eyes sparkle. A diamond necklace is put around my neck, and my diamond tiara on my head.
"Time to face the music, I guess." I turn to my door and open it...
