"Next!" I yelled for the next princess begging for my hand in marriage. My parents needed me to choose one soon, hopefully before their trip to Calmaria in two weeks. While I'm lost in my thoughts, another princess comes in. Pink frills and bows cover her from head to toe.
"Hi! I- uh mean, Greetings, Prince Melchior. I am Princess Isadora of Rothlia. Glad to make your acquaintance. I hope we can become great friends. Or more... " Ugh. I can't stand her already. She's probably daddy's little girl. A spoiled brat. We walked to the royal gardens, and continue talking there. I put on a smug face and say,
"Hiiii Isadorka. As you know, I am amazing. I'm also astonished by your... *gulp* mesmerizing appearance. Very... Brave of you. " She continues talking. I don't want her too.
"Sooo what are your interests? I love going into the village boutique and looking at all the pretty dresses. You probably don't enjoy that though... But I also love riding one of my many horses!" She starts listing alllll of their names. Who in the eight seas names their horse Pink Princess Priscilla?! She's so self obsessed.
"Hello?! Melly! Are you listening to me!?" She's so whiny! We're making our way back to the throne room, where we started. I tell one of the many palace guards residing around any and all exits or entrances,
"She can go home now. " She looks at me, angered, and whines,
"But Mellyyyyy I thought you liked meee!?"
"Well? Go!"
After she storms out, my father enters. He looks angry, per usual.
"She is a great girl. She's the heir to the Rothlian throne. Would have made a great wife." I roll my eyes, but he doesn't seem to notice. Like most things. I don't know why my mother chose to marry him. Well, I guess it's time to start another fight.
"She's annoying. And obnoxious. And she named one of her horses Pink Princess Priscilla! Who does that?! Someone who is clearly self-obsessed!" He slaps me in the face. I'm unfazed by his reaction. Been dealing with it since I was seven. The first time he ever hit me was when I missed the target while practicing archery. I've never missed since, but other mess-ups have caused him to take his anger out on me.
"She was your last suitor! We're gonna have to travel to the Clamentria regions... But that'll take at least three weeks... And your mother and I need to leave for the Karyakt regions in two weeks... Wait. Never mind, this will work." I look at him weird. What will work? It's just the Clamentria regions. Who will escort me there? If my parents are gone and if I'm not with them or at the castle I'll be alone.
"I'm gonna hire you your own personal bodyguard. Ezekiel will go with you, along with Marian." Ezekiel is our family butler, who has been serving us since I was a toddler. He's an immigrant from Maktriel, a small nearby kingdom on the outskirts of our region. Marian is our cook and healer maid, who is from the Akolia regions, our closest region.
"My own personal bodyguard?! Ezekiel and Marian should be enough!"
"Ezekiel and Marian are there to serve you. Your bodyguard is there to protect you." Whatever. I guess I'll go with it.
