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"Demetri?" my mother questioned, opening my door and peeking her head in.
"Mother," I smiled. "What brings you up here?"
"Honey, your father and I would like to have a word with you down stairs when you done getting dressed." she smiled.
Her long blond hair fell over her left shoulder as with a few golden locks that twirled themselves around the blond, making the perfect texture of beauty. Her blue eyes shined brightly as a light layer of dark blue eyeshadow was perfectly placed on both her eyelids. Her skin, clear as a baby's and as soft as a feather, glowed against the rogue blush she lightly placed on both of her cheeks, over her cheek bone. Her lips, soft pink and in a firm smile.
Her long light blue dress that hugged her body fell just before her ankles. Not too tight, not too baggy. Its sleeves skin-tight until the wrist where they flow out in a princess way. The dress had a fat column of beads going down her chest to her waist. Meeting at the sides right in the middle of the column was a soft velvet-black ribbon that went around her waist and tied into a loose bow in the back, right under the laces that helped keep the dress on properly. Along the top of the dress, the circle shape around her breast, was accompanied by sparkling white beads that shined as bright as her eyes. Looking as beautiful as ever, my mom, at only thirty-three years of age, is Queen Sophie of Lenv're, a small king down off the coast of England. One that departed themselves from England many years ago to become its own property. Have its own laws.
She married at eighteen and had me the same year. Makes me fifteen years of age. Young, yet on the edge of becoming a woman. On the edge of becoming no longer a princess, but a queen. One to rule the kingdom instead of my mother and father who is King Stefan. He, forty, married my mother when he was thirty-five. Most people thought the age difference was too much of a stretch, but their love was powerful I guess, and it over came all their obstacles. I always dream of finding love like that someday.
They say when they had me, everything just went together afterwards. Perfect. They couldn't ask for a better life. I, wouldn't dare ask for anything else but this blessed life I have been put into at birth. Its magical. Fortunate.
"Yes mother," I smiled. "I shall be down in a few minutes. Let me just fix my makeup a little and pick out a dress."
"Okay," her soft-perfect voice whispered. "Meet us in the dinning room." She turned around and walked down the great big hall that led only to a staircase that led down to the rest of the house. Mansion really. It is painted golden, with sparkling white trims and light grey marble tiles. The wall is covered with pictures of the family at weddings, parties and pictures of my mother becoming queen. Her wearing the big crown that declared her loyalty, and her wearing that smile that could make any grumpy person smile.
The stairs are made out of the same grey marble tiles and it circled down and into the ballroom which was next to the dinning room. The ball room is a huge room that is painted a beautiful dark blue color. It had the same grey tiles, every room did and it has a golden chandelier hanging right in the middle of the ceiling. It has three windows that were the shape of circles that looked out on the lake just behind our house. The beautiful high mountains and ducks. Blue sky and white fluffy clouds. It is a breathtaking sight.
I closed my dark wooden door and turned to look at my room. The floor would have been the grey marble flooring, but a fluffy white rug covered the room. A king sized bed laid against the wall. Its bed trim dark Oak that was polished to its finest coating. Golden pieces held the set together, as a soft dreamy mattress laid on top of it. Black covers and velvet blankets covered it, along with my red puffy pillows. Plain but elegant.
A bureau was across the bed, across the room and stood against the creamy colored walls. It was bright white and has at least eight drawers Its knobs are painted a silver color that goes along with its trim. My jewelry box is placed there, filled up completely with diamond necklaces and earrings. Bracelet's too, but I rarely wear those. A mirror is attached to it. It is an oval shape. Swirls of the white wood holds it in place. I looked at my reflection.
My long blond hair, as straight as a pin, is braided into a single braid that falls over my right shoulder. My blue eyes, like my mothers but much duller, are small but peaceful. Like the ocean on a hot sunny day. My skin, not perfect, is almost flawless. At least its looks. Its touch is not as soft as my mothers, it is rather stiff. My cheeks, heavily covered with blush still only showed up a bit pink, a lighter shade than what I put on. My lips, a deep red lipstick covered them from top to bottom. I walked over to my closet door and grabbed its silver knob. I opened it to step right into my walk in closet.
To my right was hundreds of pairs of shoes. They went from high-heels, to flats, to sandals and even a few pairs of flip-flops for special occasions. To my left was my dresses and under garments, ranging from all colors. Reds and blues, greens and pinks. They were all so elegant and formal. My under garments were too, most, laced beautifully. At the end of my closet were crowns I would wear when we'd have a ball or a dance. My mother always wears hers, but I feel better not having to worry about not letting my crown fall off my head during the days where I'm just walking around home, talking to my friends and neighbors.
I pulled a pair of underwear out and a matching bra. It was a plain black laced up one with padding to make it more comfortable to wear. Its one of my favorite under garments to wear. I then grabbed a long purple dress. Its sleeves would reach down to my wrist and flow out like my mothers. Instead of being laced up in the back, I could zip myself into it. I pulled my underwear and bra on and then my dress, zipping it easily up my back.
The front was tight around my waist but the rest of the dress flowed down to my ankles in a less dramatic bridal style. Light gold sparkles covered the bottom half of the dress and the top was accompanied by two golden D's on both sides of my waist, standing for my name. The fabric made it seem like their was a pattern of lines down the dress. Light purple, than dark. It was very pretty and natural. The cut of the dress near my breast is a V-neck. It is cut low enough to show some skin but barely any. I have never been comfortable with being as exposed as other people of my nature. My mother too. She likes to be mostly covered or she feels violated with every glance she gets.
I grabbed a pair of black flats, slipping them on easily. They shined brightly, their polished surface showing images of my squared ceiling above me. At my toes, the shoes go from rubber and leather to lace. It shows little of my toes but still shows a bit of skin. It allows air to get into my feet. Many people believe that no part of your body should be cut off from air. It's not good for the cells that lie there.
I walked out of my closet, closing the door gently. I walked over to my bureau and opened the top drawer. I took out a dark purple eyeshadow and put two layers of it on my eyelids, making them look smoky, yet simple. I then applied three coatings of black eyeliner on my eye, to match the black mascara I was going to pick up next. I put only one layer of mascara on, then put all the makeup back into the drawer. I closed it and looked back at my reflection. A girl, myself, stared back at me with a gentle smile. I smiled back then opened my door.
I walked down the hall and down the staircase. I walked right through the ballroom and into the dinning room where my father and mother were waiting patiently for me at the long glass table that went almost as long as the room that was a few thirty feet in both width and length. The rooms height, not sure of. I'd guess around a hundred feet high. Glass chairs sat around the table, pushed in as always except the two being used by my parents. I looked at the bright white walls that held more pictures of family and friends.
Around the long glass table, a few feet away was a long table that went around the room, covered with all kinds of food covered with silver tubs with silverware right next to a stack of plates that were at one end of the buffet that our chief, Neil, cooked us. A glass chandelier hangs above the table with ease. My father sat next to my mother, holding her hand with love. He looked younger than he is. He had a clear shaved face, no wrinkles or sags. His eyes were a chocolate-brown and his hair was a soft blond. He wore a black tuxedo, professional as always.
"Good morning father," I smiled, sitting down across from them. "Mother."
"Good morning sweetie." my father smiled.
"Good morning honey." my mother beamed.
"You wanted me down here for a chat?" I asked scooting the chair and myself towards the table. None of us had food in front of us, my guess, they ate while I was getting ready.
"Oh yes," my mother smiled. "Indeed we did."
"Your getting older sweetheart." my father commented.
"I noticed father," I laughed, "Though I'm only fifteen and that is not so old in my book."
"Well things should start changing in your life soon." my mother said with a smile at my father and I.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown. "What kind of changes?"
"Like preparing for ruling the kingdom." my father suggested.
"Though that won't happen for a while, I was talking more like marriage." she smiled kindly.
"What?" I asked with a smirk. "Your kidding, right?" I laughed a bit as my mom continued to smile and my father just sitting there.
"Your mother thinks you should get married at a young age. You could have more children or grow a liking to marriage life before you take over the throne with your king. Or you just might be able to enjoy your young years with your love" my father muttered with a roll of eyes.
"Are you kidding me?!" I choked. "I'm only fifteen! Marriage is not for years to come! Becoming queen is a long time away! I don't even have a liking to any guy I have met, I just turned into a true teenager and you want me to start thinking about marriage?!"
"I know a few guys that you might take a liking to. A few gentleman." she smiled quietly.
"What?! father!" I said giving him wide eyes.
"There not bad men," he said quietly. "But that doesn't mean you should married one of them if you don't want to. It's just to get you out there."
"I don't want to get out there. I want to wait for love to find me and I definitely don't want to get married on the spot when it does!" I argued.
"If I waited around for love to find me, I wouldn't have found your father so soon," my mother said smiling at him. "Give it a chance Demi," she pleaded. "Just talk to a few of them. They're bound to love you."
"Mother..." I complained.
"Give it a try," she demanded. "Just once."
"Wha-, fine," I grumbled. Its no use, my mother always wins in the end. "But no way am I marrying any of them. Every guy you've introduced me to at balls and in the stores have always liked me, but I never took a liking to them as deeply.
"I'm not one to go meet someone, fall in love and get married all in one month."
"Then you're not your mothers kid." my father laughed.
"You will find love young," my mother smiled, as she reached out to touch my hand that laid in the middle of the table. "I'll make sure of it. I know you will love one of these guys I have coming over soon."
"And if I don't?" I asked quietly.
"Well, we'll keep searching." she smiled as she stood up.
"And-what do you mean coming over soon?! You didn't invite them over already have you?!" I asked in shock.
"I have," she smiled. "I have invited a lot of people over. Tonight, we are to have a ball. And you are to wear those gorgeous glass high-heels your aunt Suzy bought you last week."
"What? Are you trying to make my life Cinderella or something?" I asked crossing my arms. "Those shoes are uncomfortable mother."
"Oh come on Demi," she smiled. "It will be fine." She turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me to sink into my chair and my father watching my every move.
"A dance. Marriage. Shes crazy father." I whispered quietly.
"She only wants the best for you sweetie." he responded.
"I don't want marriage yet. Or boy hunting. I can stand dances, but father..."
"You'll be fine darling," he laughed, standing up and grabbing a plate. "It's just a dance and it's just some guys come over to hang out. No big deal."
"No big deal?!" I asked with a laugh. "Father, I'm only fifteen."
"Your not fifteen for long. Your not young for long," he whispered. "Those wonderful years slip by far too quickly.
"What? So your saying I should just go ahead and do it?" I asked sitting up.
"It can't hurt." he said sitting down with a pile of eggs on his plate.
"Unbelievable." I muttered.
"It will be fun," he promised. "Your going to have to get used to this kind of stuff. You should have saw it coming from your mother sooner or later."
"Father...I don't want to look for a husband," I complained. "I'm not ready."
"Well, get one while you can. Before your beauty disappears and you get old. Like your mother." he joked.
"It doesn't matter what i think, so why fight it?" I sighed. "Mom always wins. And hat are the odds that I would end up falling for one of them anyways? The odds are not that high."
"Ah, yes," he said nodding his head. "But darling, don't forget, there is always that chance. That one slim chance that slips into the equation."
"It's too small to do anything father," I sighed. "I'm not falling in love anytime soon. I promise."
"Never over look that slim possibility Demi. It can pop at anytime. It can squeeze itself in between anything. Especially love."
"Yeah, okay father." I sighed.
"Hey," he said smiling up at me. "Maybe one of them will be the one. I met your mother the same way and when I met her, that slim chance slid right into place. She was the one and before I knew it, I was in love. I was very in love my darling. And someday, soon possibly, I hope you can feel the way I did. That's all I want. You to be happy and to feel what love is. What love really feels like. If it's not with these gentlemen, it will be with someone. And I can't wait to see that day."
"I can." I muttered.
"You just wait my darling," he smiled. "When love comes knocking at your door, you will answer, whether you want to or not."