The First Thing I Hate about Being a Princess
For some girls, imagining themselves as a princess is like a dream. They get to wear gowns and shoes with a sparkly crown on their head is what everyone wants. They can live in a lovely castle and drink tea where everything is beautiful and charming.
But what they don't know is that... it is awful! Being a princess is not like the stories written in books. My name is Penelope. Princess Penelope of Floria.
Everyday I wake up early in the morning just to read hundreds of books in a big boring library. Wearing dresses that makes my waistline look smaller, makes it hard to breath. I have to wear high heeled shoes all day that hurts my feet. I don't even know why I have to wear those things, I haven't even been outside the castle. I'm nineteen. I'm suppose to be having fun. I can't believe I spent my teenage years reading books and learning etiquette. All I ever wanted is to be free, to do something enjoyable. I do things that a normal girl does. But I can't.
"It's a beautiful morning, your highness," Olivia said, a smile reached her round, gray eyes. Olivia Green has been my maid for two years now. I always wanted to be friends with her because she's the only maid I have that is the same age as me. But I don't know how. I think she's shy and respects me because I'm the princess. How can I be friends with her if she can only see me as a princess and not a person?
"Thank you, Olivia," I said, wishing she could speak about something other than the weather and start telling me about her life and then she and I could be friends forever. But she just nodded.
After I ate breakfast, Olivia and the other maids prepared the bath for me. I felt relaxed, as I entered the room. It's the only place I can be alone. The place I can think. The bathroom smells great, like flowers. I love it. I stayed in the bath as long as I could, imagining again how my life would be if I'm not the princess. After that, the maids stuffed me into a yellow gown with laces so tight I couldn't breathe. Then on came the painful, high-heeled shoes, a tight knot in my hair, and then they topped it all off with some heavy jewelry.
As I walk down the tapestry-lined hallway with big windows on the side with guards lined up against the wall, I see my father, King Frederick, sitting on his throne. He is tall, blond and very majestic. My father and I never treat each other as father and daughter, just king and princess. We never talk except for important things that Royals should discuss. Beside the King is Queen Adela, my mother, sitting on her throne, with her beautiful brown hair that is loose down to her waist. I remember when I was little that she used to tell me stories before I went to bed. But on my tenth birthday, everythin changed, for no stories were told that night. She only said that I needed to start acting like a real princess. From that night, my mother became like my father. Just 'The King and the Queen'.
"Good morning, your Majesties" I said, taking a curtsy.
Both of them look at me without smiling.
"We have been waiting for you" Mother said.
"Today I want you to study all about Floria's history." Father said in stern voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
What? No! Floria's history is the worst! It's hard to understand and will take a life time for me to grasp. I open my mouth to argue that fact with my father, but I close it. I knew it's futile. "Yes, your Majesty."
Part of being a princess is studying everything about your country, your people and your history. I hate studying.Even if I don't like it, I have to do it because it is a princess' responsibility...my duty to learn about everything.
I hate spending hours reading about Floria's history. Why do I have to read it if I'm just gonna forget it hours after reading it? I'm not smart, but it seems like I have to be. It's for our people, that's what they always told me when I have to do another boring thing.
I went into the castle's library; the biggest in Floria anyone could ever see, well, I think it is. I've never seen other libraries except for the illustrations in the books I've read, and by the way it looks, I think ours is bigger than those libraries. Three stories high, with a wide space full of shelves, almost complete with all the books of the world. It is so big that you could find any book you wish to see. Actually being in the library makes me think I'm smart. Unfortunately opening a book, on the other hand, makes me feel sleepy.
I see the books I have to read. They are on a very long table on the right side of the room. I think I stopped breathing for a long period of time. What? Do I really have to read all of those books? My brain can't possibly remember everything. The books are so big and so many. There were, like, thirty encyclopedias. But I have do it. So I sit and open the first book. I also ask the maids to leave me alone, so I can focus on my studies. But the truth is, I ask them to leave so nobody can see if I fall asleep.
Reading half of the first book caused my head to hurt. It aches so bad that I think it's getting bigger as the information goes into my head, and that any moment it's gonna explode, like a balloon being blown, bigger and bigger then, Boom! So I did what I had to. I slept.
The moment I woke up, I realized how dark it is outside. Oh my Gosh! I slept all day? I immediately walked outside the room, seeing all my maids outside, standing by the wall.
I went to the Dining Hall. And saw my parents, eating their supper, on the long table in the middle of the room with candle on top of it that lightens the room .
"Have you finished your study?" Father asked.
"I am afraid not, your majesty. It seems like a day is not enough time to read such books."
"Perhaps you should read everyday until finish."
"Of course, your majesty" I said, looking away.
"Come, join us. Eat your supper Penelope" Mother said, making a sweet smile.
I ate supper with my parents, but we didn't talk. We spent the time in silence, without looking at each other. At times like this, I missed my parents. They are so close yet so far away. I slice my beef as I imagine this moment differently. Father, telling funny stories as my mother and I laugh really hard, and then I would tell them how my day went, as I took a bite from my meal, and then they would be very proud of the achievement I accomplished. But things like this never happen.
I hurry to my room as fast as I can, I want to rest. I feel tired. I get ready for bed, and lie down, thinking how boring this day had been. Thinking how boring my life is.
Am I gonna be like this forever? Spending every day doing things I don't like? When will I get a chance to live? Like really live. Living how I want, alive and free.