Freed

Preparing for the day

When Lana awoke it was in the early hours of the morning. The reason for her rude awakening was her maid scurrying about. Her name was Layla. Lana was good like that with names though her family never were, unless the people were of importance. She knew very little about Layla for servants were not to speak to those above them unless spoken to. Her warm, dark skin suggested she was from Nerine. It was a common trait of their people along with her long flowing black hair which was often pinned back, out of the way . What stood out most about her was her glowing sapphire eyes which seemed even brighter in contrast to her skin. Though she wore the plain maids uniform with its hideous brown colour, her beauty was undeniable. Laya was jealous of her sometimes, often comparing herself to her. Lana though of herself as inferior looking compared to most people, her wavy red hair always seemed out of place and her eyes, though the same colour of freshly grown kelp, seemed dim to her. And her freckles, in her mind, were just imperfections that she could not rid herself of. Though, what stood out the most was her deep blue tail, which reflected all manners of colours when the light hit it. In her mind this was her only redeeming quality.

After giving Lana a few moments to adjust Layla assisted her out of bed and prepared her for breakfast with her family . This was a long and tedious process involving many facial scrubs, most made of sand and different plant matter, Brushing out her tangled hair and dusting her pale skin with a shimmering shell dust. She was then assisted into a flowy indigo dress embroidered with the most beautiful floral pattern, and odorned with jewellery crafted from the finest pearls. All this just for breakfast.

After Layla ushered her out of her room she wondered down the endless corridors which almost seemed to be illuminated by her pale competition in the dim lighting. She roamed past portraits from many lifetimes ago, portraits of not only the royal families of her kingdom but of beautiful landscapes and historically important moments, such as the battle of Namor, a small village near the edge of Azula and Marilla where the two waring kingdoms fought their last battle many centuries ago. It was one of Lana's favourites showing both the beauty of Namor and the horrors and destructiveness of War.

After many minutes passed Lana found herself at the banquet hall her parents had decided to take breakfast in today. Lana particularly despised this banquet hall due to it's offending colour scheme. The sickeningly bright yellow gave her migraines but she never complained to her parents because this hall was designed by her grandmother and it was her grandmother's favourite colour. Her father kept it this way in her honour.