────୨ৎ──── Waking up in a cozy bed with curtains with a kingdom that obeys you when you wake up and hear the Queen telling you that you have vistors mostly princes, asking if they can be your valentine might be your best dream ever. But for me, it's just a normal day for me. And, I’m absolutely bored. Yeah, living in a castle that's taller than thirty feet is awesome, but staying there and never getting out to explore the world is not my thing. I’m stuck in the castle for my whole life ever since I was born. Never change the interior of the castle or room. Still has my old childhood bed and toys to sleep and play with. Still eats the same food: Sole Meunière, or skillet fish every day. I laid there on my bed, narrating to myself kind of just starting over and- “Princess Adel?” Oh, did I forget to mention that I’m a princess? Probably not. “Yes?” I asked with a tone. “They are visitors… Your mother says to get ready.” Mr. James replied with a soft smile that was underneath his weird-looking mustache. I put out a thumbs up at him and signaled him to go away as he did. Closing my bedroom door. I sat up and start getting out of my bed as I started changing from my robe to my normal casual dress I wear every single day. The dress was pink and white and it stopped around my ankles. It had blouse with bows and everything. My blonde hair matched with it and I was wearing pink slippers(that hurts). I like the dress, but sometimes I wish I could wear something different for once. After I changed, I opened my bedroom door and headed to the bathroom to do my blonde hair with brown highlights, which looked like a mess of bedsheets, and started brushing my teeth. I wonder who’s my next visitor. Of course, I know its a prince asking if they can marry me especially since I’m turning eighteen in four days. When a princess or prince turns eighteen, they have to choose a prince/princess who's about 2 years younger than themselves or 2 years older than themselves. But I guess it depends if you’re a princess or not. Lets say, I’m already eighteen, I have to choose a prince that was 2 years older than me. If I was a prince, I would have to choose a princess who's two years younger than me. To be honest, I don’t care about the age. It just depends on who he is or how he would treat me. When I went down the stairs, complaining in my head so no one hears, my head was down disappointed to go downstairs but when I looked up, I gasp. PRINCE ARTHUR?????? “A-arthur?” I asked shocked and almost about to cry. “Yes, My lady?” He asked in very humble tone. His back straight as a ruler. Like always. I ran and jumped on him as he fell on the red carpet ground. I missed him so much. Prince Arthur is my childhood best friend. We only got to see each other once and the last time I saw him was when I was around 7-8 years old. I let go of him as he stood up, fixing his clothes and hair, and smiled softly at me and said, “I missed you too as well, m’lady.” “It's been twelve years since I last saw you…you changed a lot… I like it.” Arthur says. “O-oh, thanks…” I blushed a little. His face turned red, but then he shakes his head and said, “Well, I came here because it’s almost your birthday, and I unfortunately can’t make it to your party because of some things.” “What do you mean you can’t make it?” I asked him with pure sadness.
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