Princess Constance

Introduction

9:42 am

Baltonia’s Royal Castle

True love.

What is true love?

I often ask myself that question but I never knew the answer. This question is made to be asked to your dear mother and to be felt from the man of your dreams.

Is true love fantasy?

I desperately looked at my blank innocent face as it reflected on my mirror as I sat, brushing my long blond hair. She stared back at me emotionless and sad. She misses her mother. If only her mother was here, she would’ve enlightened her with some words of courage that she truly needs at this hour.

I glanced at the clock, it says 9:56 am. I placed my brush gently on top of my dresser and stood up. I tip-toed my way to my four-post bed with a soft pink canopy dangling above making it look like I was in a fairytale. I fingered my long frilly green halter dress as it brush against my delicate porcelain skin. I love that feeling. It makes me think that I was flying. I sat down on the edge of my bed and looked out on my bay window facing the Baltoninan Coast where the palace was built on top of a hill. My room is placed in front of the most astonishing view. You couldn’t see the shore from up here so it makes me feel like I really am flying over the ocean. I sat there watching the sea gulls flutter away. I looked at my bedside table, my hair brushing against my shoulder, with a small lamp and a picture of my mother, the queen of Baltonia.

I miss my mother. She passed away when I was a little girl. She was coming back from the orphanage that she visited for the day and the car got crashed. She didn’t survive the car accident. I never knew what happened until now. I don’t know how her car crashed. I don’t know when I’ll ever get the courage to ask my father about it.

I grabbed my mother’s journal covered in red velvet that was inside the drawer of my nightstand. It’s the only thing that she gave me to remember her. I scanned through the pages I’ve read and stopped at the page when she was telling me about her wedding day. I read it to myself fast and the last line really got me.

True love. I never thought I for once would gain this gift. I never described myself as the one giving away this gift. For all my life, I’ve been dreaming about true love and here I am getting ready to go meet him in front of the altar.

My sweet Constance, I hope and pray that you’ll have your true love someday for it will make you the happiest woman alive. May your heart be open to find one. The love every girl dreamed for. The love your Father and I share.

I clutched the diary close to my heart and closed my eyes.

“Oh I wish for the same, mother.” I whispered to myself, smiling.

~ Author's Note : Hi I'm new here. And This is my first story sooo...comment and vote! :)