♡ Chapter 1 ♡
The Princess of Audacity
My eyes flutter open and I immediately shut them again wishing myself back into a dream. Even though I can’t remember what I was dreaming about exactly, I know that any dream good or bad would be better than my real life. I can hear the soft whisper of voices behind my door and know that if I don’t get up now on my own, I’ll be woken up in a matter of minutes.
I slowly sit up and let out a sigh. The stale air circulating through my room has a cold bite to it and the windows are glittered with frost. Icicles hang down from my window like jeweled daggers. Reflectively I stretch my arm out, reaching for the little silver bell that permanently resides on my nightstand and ring it twice, code for “I am …show more content…
Elena then walks over to my wardrobe and pulls out one of my infinitesimal lace corsets. Elena turns to me with serious eyes and I frown. I could never understand why I had to wear a corset when I had such a miniature figure already, but Elena says that it is improper for a lady, especially a princess to not wear a corset. “Now Now Princess, don’t be angry with me.” Elena tells me as she removes my dressing gown and wraps the corset around my torso.
I don’t respond, but instead grab one of my bedposts for support. Elena masterfully laces up the silken ribbon of the corset and yanks on it with all her strength, taking the breath out of me. The corset digs into me at all sides and leaves my already tiny waist, nonexistent. Elena then delicately takes my mother’s gown and slides it on over my corset fastening the back shut. I slip my feet into my silk slippers and I turn around to look in the mirror.
The dress is even more beautiful than I remembered. The sophisticated bodice is made from an elegant white satin embellished with intricate, pearl encrusted lace detailing. The back of the gown is adorned with a delicate silken ribbon and the long shimmery skirt is trimmed with deep flounces and more dainty …show more content…
I had asked father if we could have the wedding in the ballroom instead, but he had shot me down as usual. Now looking around the dimly lit church, I once again wished we could be in the ballroom where there are lots of windows and lots of space.
The priest asks if everyone can please stand and suddenly all eyes are on me as I begin to make my way down the aisle, my arm linked through my fathers. I am vaguely aware of an orchestra softly playing, but I can only hear the heavy pounding of my head. When I see Sir William standing stiffly and unsmiling at the end of the aisle, I feel as if I’m going to throw up. I fix my eyes on the chapel window and watch the lightly falling snow. My father and I reach the end of the aisle and my hands shake as my father takes them and places them in Sir William’s.
Father says Sir William is a good man, but I know that a good, honest man would know if I didn 't want to marry them and care enough to stop it. My heart begins to beat rapidly as the priest commences with the vows and I scan the pews for Elena. In the pandemonium of walking in, I was torn from her and have been searching through the sea of people ever
The Princess of Audacity
My eyes flutter open and I immediately shut them again wishing myself back into a dream. Even though I can’t remember what I was dreaming about exactly, I know that any dream good or bad would be better than my real life. I can hear the soft whisper of voices behind my door and know that if I don’t get up now on my own, I’ll be woken up in a matter of minutes.
I slowly sit up and let out a sigh. The stale air circulating through my room has a cold bite to it and the windows are glittered with frost. Icicles hang down from my window like jeweled daggers. Reflectively I stretch my arm out, reaching for the little silver bell that permanently resides on my nightstand and ring it twice, code for “I am …show more content…
Elena then walks over to my wardrobe and pulls out one of my infinitesimal lace corsets. Elena turns to me with serious eyes and I frown. I could never understand why I had to wear a corset when I had such a miniature figure already, but Elena says that it is improper for a lady, especially a princess to not wear a corset. “Now Now Princess, don’t be angry with me.” Elena tells me as she removes my dressing gown and wraps the corset around my torso.
I don’t respond, but instead grab one of my bedposts for support. Elena masterfully laces up the silken ribbon of the corset and yanks on it with all her strength, taking the breath out of me. The corset digs into me at all sides and leaves my already tiny waist, nonexistent. Elena then delicately takes my mother’s gown and slides it on over my corset fastening the back shut. I slip my feet into my silk slippers and I turn around to look in the mirror.
The dress is even more beautiful than I remembered. The sophisticated bodice is made from an elegant white satin embellished with intricate, pearl encrusted lace detailing. The back of the gown is adorned with a delicate silken ribbon and the long shimmery skirt is trimmed with deep flounces and more dainty …show more content…
I had asked father if we could have the wedding in the ballroom instead, but he had shot me down as usual. Now looking around the dimly lit church, I once again wished we could be in the ballroom where there are lots of windows and lots of space.
The priest asks if everyone can please stand and suddenly all eyes are on me as I begin to make my way down the aisle, my arm linked through my fathers. I am vaguely aware of an orchestra softly playing, but I can only hear the heavy pounding of my head. When I see Sir William standing stiffly and unsmiling at the end of the aisle, I feel as if I’m going to throw up. I fix my eyes on the chapel window and watch the lightly falling snow. My father and I reach the end of the aisle and my hands shake as my father takes them and places them in Sir William’s.
Father says Sir William is a good man, but I know that a good, honest man would know if I didn 't want to marry them and care enough to stop it. My heart begins to beat rapidly as the priest commences with the vows and I scan the pews for Elena. In the pandemonium of walking in, I was torn from her and have been searching through the sea of people ever