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Ouch... that hurt didn’t it?
I’m laying on the ground covered in dirt. You see I was playing with the younglings in the castle but I guess I got a bit carried away and somehow ended up here. My aunt screaming at me in the background, lecturing me on how this isn’t how a princess is supposed to act.
That goddamned woman. She never stops whining.
I’m looking up in the sky thinking about how I would love to be anywhere but here, well, of course not this exact spot since this is actually quite relaxing. I mean at least if you’re able to block out all the screaming, which I will proudly say I can. I’ve had nineteen long years of practice. How could one not succeed after that amount of dreadful days listening to a woman with the squeakiest voice anyone has ever heard whine about the most absurd matters during every minute of sunlight.
Damn, I should really get up from here.
Maybe, just maybe, I could stay like this for a minute or two. Would it really greatly affect someone’s life for the negative if I did? No. So why can’t I? It feels so useless getting up from this spot I would imagine only heaven could feel like, only to go inside looking out the window dreaming about everything I could do while my aunt is trying to teach me to sew for the forth? Or maybe the hundredth time? Honestly I wouldn’t even remember it if someone held up an old rusty gun to my head. In case it was a new gun I would simply just shoot myself on the spot. Who would be threatened by a shining gun that looks something like a toy the younglings at home would play with.
Screaming? Yes, I believe that’s what I’m hearing. Specifically from people other than my aunt, obviously, I couldn’t care less about my aunt screaming. I decide to at least look up from my extremely comfortable spot on the ground to figure out what could be going on.
A robbery. Exciting. I am very well aware that I should not find a robbery exciting however that does not mean it’s not. It’s happening at the jewellery store right outside the gates. Without thinking I got up and rushed towards it. Everyone was running away and it was chaos. There was one that stood out from the rest. Maybe she was one of the robbers. She disappeared quite quickly but I could still see a trace of where she was going. I followed her of course, I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. She was running to the poorer areas of town that I of course were never allowed to go to.
Rules, who follows them anyways.
You can probably guess. Yes, I’ve been to these areas before. Honestly I love spending my time here, It’s somehow a lot happier here than at home. The people here seem to have a genuine good time whenever they can, they don’t have any reason to fake it. At home it’s just an ocean of people pretending. Pretending to not hate each other. Pretending to care. Pretending to be in love. Pretending to not feel strangled. Or maybe that’s just me. But now I'm running, running past the pub where I met that lovely old man who seemed to just wanted to tell me his life story. Although then I was dressed a lot more casually as you won’t exactly be welcomed with cheers and chocolate if you come looking like royalty. But then again can I really be called royalty, I’m just a doll living in a castle. It’s not like I have an actual say in anything that goes on in the castle. I’m just a “young woman who doesn’t understand anything about the world, who should just settle down with a wise man, get married and have a son” as my dad would say on the few occasions where we would meet.
It’s not that I don’t wanna settle down and have kids, I love kids. I just don’t wanna spend all day doing embroidery, that just seems quite boring to be honest. I have anything against embroidery or those who enjoy the artwork. However I’m aware I don’t exactly have the hardest life. But I do feel powerless. I don’t have a choice in anything. I just have people telling me what to do, how to dress, what to say and how to act. Nobody listens to me. Nobody cares about my opinion. I just wanna do something. I should probably stop whining though since at the moment I’m running after a beautiful lady. She was really stunning, anybody would think that. Her hair is black and wet.
Not sure why it’s wet.
Maybe she fell in the water. You would think she’s too skilled for that and that’s why I’m having a hard time believing that. But then again I don’t really know anything about her life so how would I even know what type of person she was. But she does really not look like she would do something so clumsy.
God, I’m out here making up a personality for a lady that I saw for the first time five minutes ago. And who might just be a robber at that. I might really be crazy.