PRINCESS OCEAN

s. But, she didn't grow up in the palace. She didn't have the luxurious life a princess should ha

ver got to meet her, and with each passing day, she regretted coming into

ves. And she could vividly recall his face that night when he saw

ad been living the life of a commoner all her life and just after

e her endless suffering began. When she says suffering, don't think she

mum's people with her new life as a princess. She wasn't welcomed here. Her father

ey were the ones the people and even her fat

was a princess because her mother had been queen, T

blonde and curly, and her eyes shone bright blue like that of

ers being brunette got jealous of her, she was beautiful, and they were

her life at the palace, Princess Ocean, the

he turns 20. Ocean was 19 and would be turning 20 the next week. Being a paw

he finest seamstresses in Azura, hugged her curves in all the right places. The silk fabric shimmered like moonligh

ng, Lady Margaret. The styling was a masterpiece, with delicate curls framing her face and a sprinkle of pearls w

ky, a gift from her father, the king. Her ears gleamed with matching earrings, and her

ts and the soft creaking of her corset were the only sounds breaking the silence. Oce

er stepmother and half-sisters, the constant reminders th

wept into the room, her silken skirts rustling like leaves. "Ocean, dear, it's time t

er, as the queen continued, "You are to be betrothed to Lord Thomas, a noble and

she walked into the grand court. The king, resplendent in his regalia, sat upon his throne, flanked by the nobles and cou

reeting the king and the assembly. "Your Majesty, my lor

!" someone whispered. "A true princess, born and bred!" another exclaimed. Ocean's cheeks flushe

er met, a man she would be forced to call husband. Her mind raced with doubts and fears, her heart heavy with th

ent in his regalia, sat upon his throne, his gaze fixed upon his daughter, Ocean. Her beauty was a sight to behold, her blonde locks cascading like a river of

ed, approached Ocean, bowing low. "My lady, would you do me

r half-sisters, Princess Isabella and Princess Camilla, smirked at her expression, their eyes gleaming with

ring like a butterfly's wings. Lord Thomas held her close, his eyes fixe

doing the right thing, betrothing Ocean to Lord Thomas. She will make a fine wife, and he will bring s

ght of his decision. He knew not what the future held, but he hoped that this