Chapter 1 Bella’s P.O.V
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The palace is really crazy for the stupid ball I really didn’t want to go to. It was getting thrown by mom, in just a few weeks. It felt forever away but I still had to get a new dress ,made, while choosing the food, and type of deserts I wanted. It felt like a never ending process. It’s been 10 years since my father's death, I am now 16 with brown hair. My eyes were brown and shiny, my had teeth that were shiny white, or that’s what I’m told. I don’t really care about my appearance, I’d be fine to have my hair messy once in a while. But instead I have servants who are always making sure I look presentable. Though if I’m being truthful I’d much rather be riding horses, and climbing trees, then getting measured for a new dress; which is what I’m doing at the moment. Like I’m aloud to occasionally ride horses but climbing trees, or anything for that matter is completely out of the question. It’s annoying, I feel as though I can’t make any choices on my own. I’m often alone since everyone is always busy, and my mom has libel time for me now days, she’s often tired and hosting tea parties with other kingdoms. I honestly wish I could go out to the village alone, just once in my life, get to know the people I will one day be ruling. But my mom won’t allow me, she doesn’t want anything to happen to the future queen.
“Miss.” I hear. I glance at the seamstress. “We have all your measurements and no longer need you here.”
I nod at her and head out to my room. Once I get there I head over to the window and look longingly at the village below. What I wouldn’t give to be down there. I close my eyes and imagen myself down in the village without a care in the world.
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