My Princess

I walked down the steps, my hand sliding down the railing, a fake smile plastered across my face. I waved to the invisible audience, and stepped down to the bottom of the staircase. I held up the skirt of my gown a little, making sure not to trip over my long dress. Walking towards my father and mother, I let go of my gown letting the hem of its skirt reach the ground. I stood in front of my father, and he slowly placed a tiara on my head. "You are now known as Princess Victoria Nicolette Lexington, Duchess of Austria!" he proclaimed, and then carefully removed the delicate tiara from my head, placing it back in its glass case. Introducing me, 18-year-old princess to be, Victoria Nicolette Lexington.


1. Where Am I?

"Okay! That's it for the day! Great rehearsal everybody!" Father shouted. I had rehearsed my coronation over 100 times. Mother said everything had to be perfect when the big day comes. I have been very sick and tired of doing this for almost half a year. "Mother, when will we stop rehearsing this? I've done it 100 times. Literally. I'm sure everything will be perfect! I just want to go back to my normal life!" I complained, walking with her down the hallway, on our way to my room. "Be patient. This will all end soon. I promise." she replied. "Mother, the ceremony is in 7 days, meaning 7 more rehearsals! I don't think I can take anymore of this non-stop stress!" I sighed. "Well, just wait. I promise you everything will be fine." I walked into my room and sat down on my bed. "Goodnight, Victoria." she said. "Goodnight, mother." I waved to her, as she slowly shut the door. I tucked myself in and lie down, staring at the ceiling. It didn't seem fair for me. Mother already knew how tired I am of those rehearsals I had everyday, leading to achy feet and a cramped back. It has been so stressful for me. I decided to think about it while sleeping. I closed my eyes, and finally got the needed rest. When I woke up, I found myself in a strange room. My hands were cuffed together, as were my feet. I looked around, and the only things surrounding me were puddles of water and a small window with steel bars partially covering the view. Several torches were lit, and there didn't seem to be a door anywhere.  It seemed impossible to escape. After pondering for about an hour, I finally acknowledged that I was chambered in a dungeon. Trapped. I finally came to the conclusion that I would never get out, which would mean starving to death, with no one to hear your screams. Not a soul lingered in the room. I regret complaining about the rehearsals, because I definitely preferred that over being trapped in a cold, damp room. "Mother...? Father...?"

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