A delicate hand trailed the windowpane, her eyes continued to stare at the scenic view that amazed her eyes once and up to now. The vast land was still gorgeous and miles form her place were the villagers that have long been happy in her family's reign.
She remembered, when she was just a little girl, how she would ran to their large land and she'll pick the flowers, giving them (if not to her mother) to Millie. She was an aged woman that had served her for 17 years, probably more. She died a month ago.
Millie was Sora's refuge, her trust worthy friend that she had always trusted. Now, she has four maids following her the whole day, and two more were added once she stepped back to her palace.
For the last 7 years of her life, she stayed at Britain and she was treated very badly. She was turned into a girly type girl And that is not what Sora wants.
~My instincts say that what they taught me was wrong, and they almost changed me to a horrendous girl!~
Sora sighed and continued to walk at the hallway, making her way towards the dining room. Before she even got closer, she stopped and looked at a certain painting, which was her grandmother. She chuckled, remembering a certain event in her child life.
"Millie, who is this?"
The old woman stepped closer to the small princess, who was inspecting the large painting of a woman in royal clothes. "That, my lady, is your grandmother. Queen Isabella"
The little girl's face suddenly twitched into a laughing doll. "I thought she's a fat villagerher face is so colorful!!" she said in between giggles.
"My Lady!! You must not say those words!! A little girl like you, especially a princess like you, should learn to respect others.!"
Princess Sora sticks her chin up and ran away from Millie, yelling, "I'm not a little girl!!"
Sora sighed and smiled at the portrait apologetically, then entered the dining room. There was her mother and father, both talking. She walked gaily towards her chair and pulled it and sat down. "Let's eat!" she exclaimed.
"Sora, honey, you're not allowed to yell during dinner and someone's in charge for pulling your chair for you to sit on. " Her mother explained. Her father smiled at her boyish daughter and thought, ~She's still young in mind~
"Mother, why did we even have hands and mouth if we are not supposed to do those simple things?" Sora asked innocently, sipping her soup. ~I hate royalty~
Her mother just smiled and ate also. "For a seventeen year old, she's quite childish" her mother whispered, making his father smile wider.
He brushed the golden hair that blocks his eyes, and he continued to stare at the dummy in front of him. He positioned his sword and, with grace, he slashed the enemy doll with one stroke. Satisfied, he turned and looked at the dummy.
~I wish the King would see this right now ~he thought, wiping the beads of sweat that was trickling down his handsome face. Having thought of the king, he turned his eyes and saw the palace, the flags in the tower danced merrily in the blue sky. I believe the princess is backI wonder if the lass still remembers me?
He laughed a little at his thought. He never told anybody that the princess was his childhood friend.
It was impossible to believe, especially for the villagers. So, he didn't tell one soul about his merry friend.
But Yamato knew too well. He knew her, from being a rascal at home, and down to being tomboyish.
"What are you doing there?"
"Kneel, Yamato, and show respect."
Young Yamato just stood there and looked up at the tree. There was her friend, a small girl barely 9 years of age, climbing her way higher and higher. "You're going to hurt yourself, Princess."
Just then, a woman, maybe 50-60 years old came running as fast as she could towards the tree. "My Lady! Come down from there in an instant. For heaven's sake! You're family will kill me!"
"I order you, Millie, towatch me jump to the water!"
Young Yamato still watched, bewildered with young Princess Sora. Finally, she jumped down from the tree and dived into the water, letting out a scream.
And so does Millie.
After a few seconds, Sora came out of the water, beaming. "Wow!!"
"Millie, I'm gonna go now since you're here already. Bye!" Yamato said, bowing like a gentleman would.
Millie smiled at the boy and brushed his golden hair. "Ohhmy perfect gentleman is going already?"
Yamato nodded and waved goodbye at Sora.
He sighed, continuing to stare at the palace. It's been 7 years since she moved away from this place and back again. He was hoping he could see her. (if your getting a headache, Yamato is a year older than Sora in this fic.)
"Yamato, look at this!!" His brother exclaimed, running towards him. Yamato got the paper form his brother. It was from the King, saying that whoever is interested in becoming a knight could stay at the palace and be trained.
"Are you going there?"
Yamato smiled and slapped his brother's back. "Takeru, help me pack my things at once! I'm going to be a knight!"
Yamato ran back at their house and into his room. "At least the princess is there" he murmured as he reached inside a drawer and got a golden locket out. He stuffed inside his pocket just as soon as Takeru entered.
Sora paced around the room, looking and gliding her fingers at her mother's belongings. "We're going to have more knights?"
"that is, for us to be more safe"
Sora peeked at her mother, who was stitching a cloth. Though busy, her mother was looking nervous. "Is there something you're not telling me Mother?"
"No...There is none" she quickly answered. Then, she puts down the cloth. "Didn't you tell me years ago that you have a friend that is interested in being a knight?"
"Oh yes!" Sora chirped, sitting improperly beside her mother. Her mother looked at her seriously, but Sora just continued to talk. "He had told me that it was his greatest dream. He said something like serving this country and to die for it was a great desire for him."
"Mya perfect knight if I do say so" her mother replied. "So, Sora, should you not tell him about it?"
"I don't know if he still lives here Mother. I haven't seen forseven years?!"
"Seven years?"
"I wonder if he still wants to be a knight" Sora murmured. She stood up and looked tiredly at her mother. "I will be going now. My eyes are gently closing"
"Yesyou've just arrived this morning"
Upon arriving at her room, she jumped on her bed and reached for her closet. But she toppled over the bed and dropped on the other side beside her closet. "Ow" she muttered. She opened the closet and took a wooden sandalwood box; it's scent still fresh.
"He gave this to me before I left this place"
"You're going where?"
"To Britain! They said I needed manners" Sora reasoned angrily. "I do not want to leave this beautiful place. I wish I was a boy!"
Yamato laughed and got his box. "I didn't know you're going already. So, I haven't got any beautiful presents for yabut keep this instead, so you'll remember a friend"
Sora reached her little hands out and got the wonderfully scented box. "It's smells beautiful. Um wait" She looked at her body then smiled. She unlocked her locket and handed it to a boy.
"You keep my locket."
"It's girly" he replied, but kept it. With minutes of silence, Sora bursts into a cry. "Why can't I just stay here?!"
"You really can't be a boyyou're a crybaby" he whispered. "If you ever come back, let's play again, okay?"
Sora nodded. Millie soon came and got the princess, who was still clutching the box.
Sora sighed and hugged the box. She then walked to her window and stared at the starry sky. Her moments with the golden haired boy played in her mind, such as the time when she played as the damsel in distress, though she wished she were the knight.
"A knight, huh?" she whispered, still staring at the wonderful sky.
quite short. And not much
soratoI'm still arranging the plot in my mind and I'm planning
to make this loooong! But if the reviews are negative, I might
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