The Princess

Once upon a time, in a place few believe existed, a great travesty took place. A princess was born, and there was nothing special about her.

She was ordinary in every possible way. Her skin wasn’t pale and soft, it was that light tan and no softer then anyone else’s. Her eyes were not vivid blue, emerald green, a loving doe brown, or any exotic color. They were an average hazel. Her hair wasn’t long, blonde, and radiant in the sun. It was shoulder length, a light brown, and constantly pulled back. Needless to say, she wasn’t swooned over, nor did many go out of their way to attract her attention.

She was, however, friends with almost everyone she met. She didn’t care who they were, it was nice having company, for it was lonely in her castle that seemed like her prison.

Though she despised the lonely quietness of the castle, she rarely came out. “Why should I?” she would think to herself, “I’m nothing special.”

Days and days, weeks and weeks, months and months, years and years, this is how she was. The older she got, the more she tried to leave her castle. She made many friends and was often asked by people to go places, for though she was nothing special, people liked her.

Sometimes she went, more often then not she holed herself up in her castle and made silly excuses for reasons not to come out. Her friends often were sad when she didn’t come, but what could they do?

So the ordinary, nothing special princess lived, eventually ruled, and then died living this way; alone, holed up in her castle even though she had friends.

Her friends did mourn, many people did. Some fancied what might have happened if she hadn’t been so afraid to come out, if she would have just come out more often. Of course, they would never know.