The life of a princess.

I rushed out onto my gorgeous balcony. Who am I? I am Princess mage. I wanted to learn all about magic, but not that KIND of magic, the one where you can heal people. My father is well known throughout the kindom. Grendal. old fella eh?
My mother passed away due giving birth t..- now let’s not go there.

I glided down the ancient hall holding my amoria skirt up.
“Princess Mage, Prince Darren wishes to see you.” One of my servants said.
“Tell him Im busy” I said in disgust. Urg, Prince Darren, his father is head of all thiefs. The Dark Lord.

“Malissa, Come to me” Father’s voice ran inside me. It was a sort of magitic feeling.
I held my amoria skirt as I climbed the stairs.

Yes, only my father calls me Malissa though.
I knocked on the wooden door and I opened it. Father was sitting on his throne and I walked up towards him.
“yes Father?” I asked

“You are old enough to know, Im growing old… [“well duh! look that that bunch of white hair!!!” I thought] and I was thinking of getting. . . you a.. . stepmother.” Father said his words slowly but clear.
“who?” I asked.
“She has daughters of her own too. I’ve invited her over and tha-” father hadn’t finished when this “woman” rushed in.

“ohhhh greeeeeeeeendallllll, my dear, how’s life!” she shrieked and used her nails and felt around father’s face.
“who are you?” I questioned in disgust.
“this. will be your new mother.” Father said happily.

WHAT?! I shattered inside. Soon behind the woman stepped 2 children. girls.
“OH MY GOSH! WE’LL BE LIVING HERE! WE’LL BE FILTHY RICH!” The first one said.
“haha, yes, I BAGS the biggest room!” the second one said.

What is WRONG with you, you like THEM?! I send questioning magical vibes to father.
Ofcourse and I expect you to do the same. he send strong vibes back. I glanced at father. He glared at me.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I ran back down the stairs, past the ancient hallway and back onto my room. I flung myself onto the bed and let the blanket soak up my tears. Though watery eyes, above my royal blue frilly bed lies a portrait of mother.

A few weeks later, the marriage had taken place. my “sisters” shared a room with me. I was getting dressed into my light and pretty blue moonlight. My maple hontas lightly over my head while my sisters grabbed for the silver tiara on my drawer.
I basicly glared through the whole wedding in disgust. I found out my sisters name. One was called Veronica, and the other one was called Jessica. Veronica was slightly older by 1 year. Same age as me. 13.

After the wedding, Joe and I were sitting down. I secretly fancied Joe. He was really good looking, too bad his father’s abit . . . uh. . .weird. Dances with Balrog. Joe’s a warrior.
Joe to me was a real big brother. Okay, maybe more but for now. . . BIG BROTHER.

“I brought you a present. . .” Joe said softly and he put a blue ribboned box onto my laps. He knew blue was my favourite colour.
On the box was a note attached.
“a hem. I’ll just be on the balcony if anyone needs me” He got up and walked away.
I looked at the note.
Wear it prettily

I opened the lid and found a beautiful blue calaf, thorn and gorgeous heart earrings. I ran outside and gave him a huge hug.
“thank you” I whispered and smiled
He smiled back. I ran to my room while he followed. I put the calaf in my closet and the cromi in my closet.
Actually I had a present for him too. Not wrapped though. I didn’t think he would mind.
In front of him, I gave him a godly Blue Screamer. Scrolled perfectly.

He was really happy. He had been wanting one for ages. He equipped it, and showed off. I laughed and smiled.
Veronica walked in and shrieked.
“OHHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOOOOSSSH, HOTTIE!!!” She grabbed hold on Joe and Hugged him. She felt around his hair.

“ooooooohh, what nice hair you have” she smirked at me, and carried on complimenting Joe.
“umm, I really got to go. Bye Mage!” He grabbed him Blue Screamer and walked off.
I glared the ‘dagger look’ at Veronica but she sent a The-guy-will-be-all-mine level 2 mean smile.

I went to the sleep that night but I didn’t sleep really well, considering that Jessica loves to snore.

I closed my eyes slowly as I repeated a line over my head over and over again.

My life will get better. . .
My life will get better. . .
My life will get better. . .

Hope you enjoy it. I tried my best.