She was staying at her castle as usual, a place full of roses, birds and bullshit like that,
that the queen wanted.
The place had no way out and even when the Royal Family which consisted of the
queen and her daughter, would go out to visit the villages, she never took the princess with her.
The king had died a few years ago and he had been a thief before. An adventurous, funny and crazy thief with a big heart that he gave to the queen before the disease took him away. And his daughter was no different, a rebel with a need for new adventures, an 18 year old beautiful girl that only wore dresses for pictures but never on a daily. She would put her metal and rock n roll CDs on and dance all day with her ripped jeans and sway her black hair around to the rithm. Of course this pleasure was until her mother would come and interrupt her, making a lesson which felt like forever, telling her to change that outfit and her ways as she would never find a prince to like her and marrying her. She spoke back to her mom everytime, but this time she decides to be a “good” girl and to agree with her mother. She dyed her hair blonde again and took off all
that black makep and clothes to put on her pink dress and her white shoes. The queen was surprized but she was happy.
Now, this was just a plan of the princess to go and do the one thing she always wanted
to do, sing in a rock concert.
She ate dinner with her mother like normally, and convinced her that she would be back
to bed in a few. Her mother gave her permission to talk around the garden but little did she know, her daughter was sneaking out of the kingdom to make her dream come true.
She went down the road stole some normal clothes from a yard and already felt like a rebel.
She thought a bit about what she just did and her mothers words, that she wouldn’t get married, but that was not what she wanted at all. The prince and all those pretty things were not her.
As she climbed on the stage of a Karaoke bar, and started singing, she found herself.
The words, the strength and the magic coming from her were amazing. But there was one thing that kept her from hearing all the cheers and the claps from others. The piercing brown eyes of a handsome boy in the back that had been watching her, the minute she came in.
The night went on and they also sung together, a few songs but a few words and conversations that they exchanged later would be how the magic between them started. A loud noise was heard as the queen herself came in but stoped when she saw her daughter with another boy. The princess run to her mother beging for apology but the queen could only whisper: “Thats how your farther looked at me” as a tear ran down her cheek. With taht, the queen went to talk to the guy, ignoring her confused daughter and the hundred eyes on her. As soon as he saw the queen he bowed down and said “My queen, its an honour for me, the prince of Amsterdam to finally meet you.” Everyone in the room was shocked, even the queen who proceeded to take him and his daughter to the castle to have a beautiful marriage a few days later. When the moment came, daughter and mother walking down the isle she whispered: “See mom, I rescued myself and found my prince.”