The Masked Princess

Meerah 1 Castle of patag, walls of the royal chambers of princess Meerah stood.. "You are the royal princess of Patag and the only heir to the King Robin Elwin the third, you are a jewel and taking charge of your skin and hair is a top most priority Mistress". Daijan said in her brittle old voice while moving from one end of the room to the other lighting up the seven oil candles placed in the square like holes on the brick deemed red walls and a hard floor covered with rug just in the middle, the room is adored with a petite bed and a cotton canopy over it. right ahead of it is an appealing little mirror and a cushion where the princess sat down facing the mirror with glittering diamond bells. Daijan looked through the direction of the princess and set to put on the fire house to keep the room warm. Daijan quietly walked towards Meerah while brushing her long silky sparkling amber hair as she applied more mint oil. She gently picked an old pendant with a Sparrow sign rubbing it gently with her thumb as she sighed, she then gently placed it on Meerah's neck, the pendant fit well sitting rightly on her neckline as she smiled looking into the mirror but was turned down by Meerah's appearance's in the mirror. Her thick wrinkled face became obvious as she looked concern for Meerah sternness. "You need to smile often Mistress or you grow wrinkles at your age" she whispered into her ears but that mild joke seem not to have any effect on Meerah. Daijan could be regarded as Meerah's Mother figure as she had been with Meerah since the beginning of her existence. In as much as Daijan is the oldest maid in the palace who had been in the palace even while the King was still a Prince, she had served his Father King Charles Elwin the third, she had witness the bad and good times in Patag and now serve the fourth generation. Her expression also changed at Meerah's stern facial expression. Meerah gulped so hard that she could hear the sound in her throat as she stood from the cushion seat right in front of the mirror, though looking so dejected and furious, she looked beautifully elegant with her brown silky ball gown that fit well with her hourglass body posture, her hip seem to hide very well beneath the loosed flowing gown. Her silky hair was let loose leaving it to rest right down her breast and behind her back down to her her hip with a pretty mini crown gently placed between the hair patting. Her eyes were so round with a thick slightly curved brows above them and her eye lid lined below with a black eye liner as it was protruding and you could see the glimpse of tears in it wetting the pretty dark substance. Her heart shaped lips was deeply red projecting the beautiful fullness of her lips as it shivers while she finally uttered. "I want to be alone!" she sniffed. Daijan moved closer to her as she tried to make her feel better but she got infuriated and screamed at her. Daijan bow down her head lightly and left immediately without a word as she shut the door behind her leaving Meerah alone in her room. She grabbed a golden gallery empire lamp that lay on the mini table in front of the mirror and threw it at the mirror as she screamed hardly becoming breathless, her crown fell to the floor when she turned side way trying to catch her breath and she heard Daijan at the door asking if she was ok. But Meerah screamed at her asking her to let her be. Meerah hated Daijan right now for trying to avoid the most important situation that seem to have ended up her life and aspirations in a blink. Meerah yanked her gown off and dressed into a black leather pant and a long boot, round her legs with ropes from the boot, as she got her whole body covered, she packed her hair into a ponytail style and hesitantly coiled it into a no_ fuss french twist taking the hair totally off her body and wore a shoulder and lower arm pads, She threw a quiver packed with arrows to her back and a carved ivory bow as she quickly jumped through the window and down into the courtyard. Meerah has been outraged at the news of her betrothal to Kendrick Cendrick George. He is the only Son of the chief Commander of Patag, He is a proud kid and utmost nonchalant as he could drink his life out his body. All Meerah could think of while riding her Horse into the woods were the personality of Kendrick, he is to her, embedded with everything she had ever hated. Kendrick seems to be dimwitted and a coward, he had never lived on any decision he made for himself but from the decisions of his Father, she wondered how much a looser the kingdom would become to have a king like him taking care of their affairs. She rood in anger as she remembered the statements of her Father firing her arrow to the Chestnut trees. "He is going to be doing you a good favour because you are just woman and cannot rule the kingdom or you become a dead rat that cannot be remembered in the history of Patag, you have no worth but to bear heirs and in that way I might slightly be remembered" he muttered in a strident loud voice. Meerah tried to defend or convince The King when he shut her up in a rage. " oh please Meerah save your breath woman!, I have made my decision and my decision stands". Meerah fired another arrow to the wood and fell off the horse in dejection, uprooting the grass with her bare hands and tears uncontrollably falling through her eyes. She felt weak and cheated, she thought of becoming wild and fierce, she thought of the mythical knight rider and what she had heard of her, she thought about how she had been extremely powerful and how she can become her, she thought about what to do and what the knight rider would have done if she were in her shoes. She cried silently in the wood when she heard the neigh of a horse, she got scared at first but was melted by the sound of the horse, it looked helpless and beautiful, it a white coat with a pink skin underneath it hair skin with a brown hazel eyes. Meerah could not help but smile at it as she scantily search the wood for it owner. The horse struggles to get up but it heel got stuck to a fallen tree as Meerah struggled to take the stem of it leg, The horse quickly jumped immediately Meerah got the stem off his heel as she dusted her palms together dusting her hands. She felt disappointed that it could not even wait to say thank you. Meerah got up trying to pin her hair when she saw the white horse again passing through the wood with it master, his face was covered in a dark cotton mask revealing only his aqua marine deep eyes. He looked at her for a minute and took his eyes off her concentrating on his drive out of the city. Meerah was dumbfounded at the speed of his horse and the eyes beneath the mask. She wondered how the face holding those attractive eyes would be and really wished she could see them immediately, she fantasized over his lips and how they will complement his eyes, she dreamt over the picture she had never seen and how he could make use of them in smiling, Meerah knew she allowed herself into this fantasy world to travel her mind from her predicament back home. She thought about Daijan and how worried and scared the old woman would have become. She hopped on her horse and set to get to the palace. The moment she got home, she found Daijan outside her room panting, she must have been reprimanded by the King on being careless again, she wondered why Daijan get scared of the King when she's rest assured that she might be regarded as an authority in Patag Palace, she is the oldest and seem to know too much. "Where have you been Princess?" She said in a low shaky voice, her hands stiff and cold from staying out waiting for Meerah. "Your Father is so angry at you". " do not call him my Father because he care less about my opinions, maybe he is no Father of mine". Meerah said in low disappointing tone. Daijan quickly looked at her and frown. "I watched your Mother, The Queen walked into this palace at her tender age and your Father couldn't let go of her beauty but The King Charles Elwin the third ordered that he must not touch her until when she is of age" Daijan walked towards Meerah and intend to speak in whispers. " but I watched your Father break the rules at his drunken stage when he sent me out of the princess room and... Daijan kept mute and looked at Meerah placing her right palm on Meerah's right cheek. "You look just like her mistress" Daijan said rubbing her shoulder down her arms scrutinizing the similarities while soft tears drip from her weak grey eyes. Meerah wondered why Daijan always end up crying when she talks about her Mother, maybe because of what people say, maybe Daijan feels sorry for her for having the most despicable parents.