The Uncursable Princess

It’s warm out tonight and the smell of fresh bread is filling the castle. The bakers are preparing for the coronation. In just two days time my little brother will be king. The castle decorators are doing such a wonderful job of making this dismal place look like my home again. The castle fell into dismay when my mother suddenly passed and my father went into a deep depression locking himself in his room angry at the world. The truth is I’m the one to blame. They call me the uncursable princess, because witches from all over the land come to try and curse me. All have failed most causing minor devastation to the people around me. Like that b***h that got Snow White she gave me an apple and nobody in the castle could sleep for 3 weeks. Nobody knows why but curses bounce of me and effect the people around me. The worst witch of all is Lamira. She is always trying new curses new ways to come at me. I am her passion project. One of her curses went horribly wrong it took the life of my mother. She was standing to close when Lamira cast her sleeping curse using poppies. My mother was very allergic she fell into a deep sleep and never woke up. My father tried to wake her. He tried kissing her until his lips bled but she was gone. I lost both parents that day. My father won’t even look at me. They say I can’t be cursed but I am a curse to the people I love. I hope someday he will forgive me but will I ever forgive myself?