I simply cannot spend another second in this castle.
Father & Mother want me to marry some old nobleman to produce an heir to the throne. I have hardly been of age yet I have only just turned 18 a month ago, and if they want me married off why must it be to some creepy nobleman who is well into his 40’s it just doesn’t seem fair. I princess Felicia should be married to only the most dashing and handsome prince on this continent not some old geezer.
As the thoughts rushed her mind the princess felt absolutely hopeless. She began to roam the castle halls as she roamed she seemed to have gotten lost in her own palace. The hallways were dark for it was well past midnight and the candle the princess held was illuminating her way.
"Hello?” She asked looking for a servant or anyone to show her back to her room.
…..
Only her own echo responded.
As she went through the halls she made to what appeared to be a dead end only an oil painting of a beautiful woman at the end of the path. Right before she turned back she heard a creek coming from the painting followed by a cold draft. She placed her fingers at the edge of the canvas and pulled. Without much effort the painting flung open revealing a secret corridor.
"I didn’t know that we had such secret passage ways in the castle” she whispered to herself
She decided to enter and as she did the painting closed behind her. No turning back now she thought. Little did she know the painting on the outside had changed, once a beautiful woman now stood a man he still had the beauty the woman had but in the way a man is beautiful. Golden locks of hair that covered his ears but not much further. A stoic expression was depicted on his face as an opposed to the serene face of the woman’s.
As the princess made her way down the hall she made her way to a room full of different trinkets. But what caught her attention was a box in the corner. Along the side read "for those who wan to escape their lives these clothes will allow you to do so”
"Curious” she thought "are these clothes enchanted or something”
As she began to pull out article of clothing she first revealed the padding of a knights armor. She’d seen it before on the knights around the castle and in the towns. They typically wore it with a chest plate and some leggings but if they were just doing some training they’d usually just wear this. She took a sniff of it and it reeked it smelled as if it had just been taken off after a vigorous training session which was odd since it seemed like no one had worn it in years it was a brown color and seemed to have flattened and thinned it was overall in poor condition. It must have belonged to someone who didn’t come from wealth. It seemed to be one of the designs that matched the ones from the training academy perhaps it was a young commoner boy who sought to elevate his status.
The next piece of clothing she pulled out appeared to be some farm boys hand me downs. They came with some black socks with holes in them. Along side some denim overalls. They were beyond dirty and seemed out of place here seeing as this was the royal capital. In the corner of your eye you see thick pair of boots that seem to go with this outfit. The outfit did seem rather small it must have belonged to a boy no older than 13 most likely 11 or 12. Confused on why the castle needed such things you ponder for a moment and realize you don’t actually care all that much.
The last piece of clothing was the only piece that seemed to be worth anything. It was a suit with an undershirt and tie that seemed to belong to a young nobleman. There were socks without any holes in them and a nice pair of dress shoes. At the very bottom of the box was a pair of glasses. They were of high quality fitting for the rest of the outfit.
With nothing left in the box and no idea how these clothes would let you escape your situation you decided that trying them on is the best thing to do. It’s not like your life could get worse than this arranged marriage.
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