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Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2010
A young blonde silently but with a quicken paced jogged down a corridor barefoot. She would let her eyes glance down below where all sorts of people were gathering for the celebration of her brother’s manhood. That’s what it really was, it was a way to brag and flaunt him around to potential women from other kingdoms….some had traveled quite far. Any royal family who had a beautiful daughter to preset, who wanted thing more than to be apart of her royal family. It was almost repulsive, how many women even against their own will was forced to dress up and show themselves, one as young as sixteen…to catch the eye of Maxwell. It wasn’t uncommon, it did give Max quite the open freedom to choose whomever he wanted.
He wasn’t just any prince, he was smart, strong, intelligent, charming……very damn attractive, but most of all he had a good soul, he wanted what was right. Though it was only so long before politics and greed was forced upon him to make him live the path of any other ruler. Her family wasn’t the worst, thankfully they had done some minor good for their people, giving as much as they could.
She sped up knowing her mother was probably fuming because she was late, way late for getting ready for this pathetic celebration. She saw her room and saw her mother looking pissed with the help a few other girls waiting for her to arrive. She slid into the room exhaling as her mother sighed, slamming her door to let the women do their work. She stood silently catching her breath as she was stripped of her clothing. She was rushed to her personal bathroom to be groomed as fast as possible.
“I don’t know why you choose the worst moments to be so damn fashionably late Acacia….this is important.” Her mother walked around her room frantically trying to gather what she could to aid the women in preparing her daughter.
“I don’t see why I have to be there….or are we selling me too….” She said as she squinted from two girls washing her hair rather forcefully. Her mother gave her a scowling look and ignored her.
“Its important for Maxwell to find someone to share his life with while he is still young, it will give them both plenty of time to grow and love each other as they take on big responsibilities….please be supportive and respectful tonight. This is the most important day of your brothers life.” Her mother said seeming genuinely concerned. Acacia stayed quiet as she was rinsed and rose and big towels were draped and she was dried off.
She stayed obediently quiet, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to be a bitch. Her mother really did want the best for Maxwell and so did she. It was just a little more complicated for her to accept because of her emotions, her closeness to her brother. She had purposely kept some distance upon knowing this celebration was happening months in advance. Another girl would soon be his entire life. Acacia had some serious attachment and jealously issues. She had always struggled being born into wealth and luxury, with that came strong stereotypes and rules.
Minutes later Acacia was fully groomed, dressed for the celebration, hair and all ready to be the perfect gorgeous younger princess of her brother. She sighed once alone with her mother who was admiring her. Her mother kissed her forehead fixing some strands of her hair.
“You are so stunning…..your own wedding day will be as beautiful as your own fairy tale.” She whispered and Acacia clenched her eyes with growing tears, trying not to show her emotions. She gulped, her Adam’s apple showing as she nodded slowly opening her eyes. Her mother guided her out of her room to head downstairs.
He wasn’t just any prince, he was smart, strong, intelligent, charming……very damn attractive, but most of all he had a good soul, he wanted what was right. Though it was only so long before politics and greed was forced upon him to make him live the path of any other ruler. Her family wasn’t the worst, thankfully they had done some minor good for their people, giving as much as they could.
She sped up knowing her mother was probably fuming because she was late, way late for getting ready for this pathetic celebration. She saw her room and saw her mother looking pissed with the help a few other girls waiting for her to arrive. She slid into the room exhaling as her mother sighed, slamming her door to let the women do their work. She stood silently catching her breath as she was stripped of her clothing. She was rushed to her personal bathroom to be groomed as fast as possible.
“I don’t know why you choose the worst moments to be so damn fashionably late Acacia….this is important.” Her mother walked around her room frantically trying to gather what she could to aid the women in preparing her daughter.
“I don’t see why I have to be there….or are we selling me too….” She said as she squinted from two girls washing her hair rather forcefully. Her mother gave her a scowling look and ignored her.
“Its important for Maxwell to find someone to share his life with while he is still young, it will give them both plenty of time to grow and love each other as they take on big responsibilities….please be supportive and respectful tonight. This is the most important day of your brothers life.” Her mother said seeming genuinely concerned. Acacia stayed quiet as she was rinsed and rose and big towels were draped and she was dried off.
She stayed obediently quiet, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to be a bitch. Her mother really did want the best for Maxwell and so did she. It was just a little more complicated for her to accept because of her emotions, her closeness to her brother. She had purposely kept some distance upon knowing this celebration was happening months in advance. Another girl would soon be his entire life. Acacia had some serious attachment and jealously issues. She had always struggled being born into wealth and luxury, with that came strong stereotypes and rules.
Minutes later Acacia was fully groomed, dressed for the celebration, hair and all ready to be the perfect gorgeous younger princess of her brother. She sighed once alone with her mother who was admiring her. Her mother kissed her forehead fixing some strands of her hair.
“You are so stunning…..your own wedding day will be as beautiful as your own fairy tale.” She whispered and Acacia clenched her eyes with growing tears, trying not to show her emotions. She gulped, her Adam’s apple showing as she nodded slowly opening her eyes. Her mother guided her out of her room to head downstairs.
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