She always had to be special. She always found a way to wear her hair differently from me and Fiona, she never wore the same dress twice, and she always gave stupid answers to simple questions. She drove Daddy nuts; he wanted to raise a princess and she wanted to be an adventurer. She just wanted to be different. It was the third daughter syndrome.
The Royal Family Portrait
When Daddy threw Sophie out of the palace and commanded me to send servant out to kill her, I dropped to my knees to beg for her life. Sure, she was a brat, but she was only sixteen, she obviously hadn't developed a sense of maturity yet, but he couldn't hear me over the steam blowing out of his ears. I quickly went to to my room to pack a bag for him to take to her, folding away my favorite mouseskin cloak. Then I sent Sophie's favorite servant out with my ring, knowing that he was extremely devoted to her and wouldn't kill her.
Several weeks passed, and everyday I waited anxiously for a letter or some sort of sign that she was alive and well. Her servant never came back which gave me a sort of relief, but at the same time anxiety, not knowing how Sophie was doing. Daddy claimed that he couldn't care less about Sophie's well being, but at night I would hear him praying to God to keep her safe.
One day, Daddy got a wedding invitation from the neighboring king, Derek. We were all appalled, was it the Derek that I was betrothed to since I was six months old? Daddy was furious. How could Derek break off the engagement without telling him or me? I, on the other hand, was confused. Derek and I grew up together and we always talked about our wedding and what would happen when we got married. We had our entire life planned out, how could he do this to me?
In the end, Daddy and I decided to attend the wedding out of curiosity. We arrived late and sat near the back so we couldn't quite see the bride. We were also placed near the end of the table during the reception, which offended Daddy, but I was grateful because I didn't want to face Derek. It wasn't just Daddy's seat assignment that ticked him off, but it was also the food. Oh, the food was terrible, just horrible. Everything was so bland, there was not a grain of salt on anything. Finally, Daddy had enough and yelled, " I'd rather die than eat such food!" A hush fell on the table and there was an awkward silence for several seconds. My face was burning. Suddenly, the bride spoke up, "Well now you say you can't live without salt, but when I said I loved you more than salt, you wanted to have me killed." I gasped. It was our dear Sophie. Married to Derek.
Daddy was beside himself. He was overjoyed to have his daughter back and they embraced each other joyously. I, on the other hand, was angry and confused. How could she do this to me? She literally took all I had away from me while I did all I could to save her. She knew that Derek was my betrothed and that it was supposed to be my kingdom. She deserved nothing, yet she got everything.
I got a glass of wine and stood sulkily in a corner glaring at everyone who tried to come close. Suddenly, someone bumped into me and made me spill my wine on my chest. I was about to say something very unladylike when I looked up and saw who it was.
I totally forgot that Derek had a very handsome older brother.




