Scarlett

“The King seeks your presence, my princess,” an old lady bowed to me. The ivory white walls of the palace seemed strangely familiar as if I had grown up in that palace and cried between the four taffy pink walls of my room.

Throwing a last glance in the mirror, I adjusted my diamond tiara before nodding my head in approval, satisfied with my looks. The peach satin gown with frills at the top around my shoulders made me look like a royal princess. The silver stone-studded, ...