CHAPTER 3: ANALIA

Who knew there could be a hundred colours of just lipstick? I mean, I didn't even know there was such a thing as blue and green lipstick until now. I honestly hate makeup, they make my skin go all red, but if Mari were here, she'd be going cuckoos.

After I explored this huge room, I ate and slept again. Until these two scullery maids woke me up and decided to give me a bath. Well, luckily they didn't give me a bath because I really need my personal space and I am old enough to have a bath myself. We argued for quite some time though.

Obviously though, in the end, I won the argument. They said it was because I am a ' princess', but I think it was because of my debating skills. Looks like I am not that bad at debating after all.

After having a bath, they helped me get into a magnificent white gown. The gown was floor length and was decorated with crystals and pearls. It was an off-shoulder gown and made my body look a lot better than how it looks normally.

I was feeling a bit out of place because everyone was wearing dark colours, while I wore a white gown.

Currently, I am sitting in front of the dressing table and the two scullery maids are decorating me. One is making my hair while the other is fixing my face.

Fortunately, I got them to not put makeup on me. She was probably tired from our last argument.

At first, I thought this was a prank, but I'm actually being treated like a princess right now. Not a good sign.

"So why exactly am I being dressed so nicely? I can't pay for all these things you are doing for me. I'm not rich. I'll be fine with my normal skirt and T-shirt too." The two girls share worried glances and the one making my hair answers me after a long, awkward silence.

"Firstly, Prince Drake has asked for you so you need to look pretty. Secondly, your highness... you are a princess and you need to look presentable. You can't just go around looking like you just woke up."

Seriously, what the hell is going on? But, I just figured, this prince's name is Drake. After that conversation, I decide to keep my mouth shut and let them do their thing. I don't want to create problems in a place I'm never coming back to.

After a few minutes, Samantha comes to the room. She says, " Your highness," and gives a bow. "You look lovely. I've come to escort you to the prince. Shall we?"

We both head out of the room into the huge corridors which I am seeing for the first time. The scullery maids start cleaning the room as soon as I leave, though there was no mess to clean.

The walls are painted dark blue, or black. There are many paintings on the wall. They are all beautiful, whoever created them has great talent, but they all make me feel melancholy. There are vases on every corner, but the plants are dead or dry.

I shiver. This looks like the type of palace people get lost in, go crazy, and then... die.

I gulp and try to think of positive thoughts.

Every door is guarded by a soldier and they all bow as we pass them. I stare at them in astonishment. They look so strong and muscular. This is like something in a book.

Soon, we are in front of a door with two guards standing next to it. They both bow, and then open the door, big, brown door. It looks like a library inside. There are millions of books in here. This room is a dream come true. This place may be a nightmare, but not this room.

I stop in my tracks and admire my surroundings. There's dozens of tall shelves here, and probably thousands of book.

My feet start moving on their own towards the shelf closest to me, but Samantha stops me by grabbing onto my hand.

She looks at our linked hands and lets go as if she had done something very wrong.

"I'm sorry your highness, but we have to go this way," she says as she points to the right end of the library.

I nod and follow her.

At the end of the room, there is a huge table with a pile of books and papers neatly piled. And behind that table sits a guy in a black suit, his back straight. Camara is standing next to him and she takes in a deep breath as we come.

This guy was the one standing outside the room I was in.

I narrow my eyes as something clicks in my head.

Wait, hold on. It's all coming back. I remember him! He's...