A/N: This story is about two people in my school, but a royality medievel au type thing. There is Shauna: She/Her and Keaka: They/Them

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The sun shine through the grand windows of the castle as morning struck, the light ran up to the king sized bed which stood proudly in the centre of the room. The gleam ran across her face, brightening her relatively long brown hair; she began to twist and turn as the illumination breaking through her window began to awake her.

Her eyes flickered open, however, instead of sitting up she started up the curtain topped canopy of the bed. There felt like a weight was pushing down on her, and inability to even get out of bed, what was wrong with her?

The door came swinging opening with enjoyment and the unsettling feel of consistant excitment. Three woman dressed in lavender pink lady-in-waiting outfits walked in and began to force her out of bed. They danced around the room without a word getting out clothing and making the bed, tying back the bed's silky curtains. She was forced to stand up and wait, she gazed out of the window, watching the birds fly pass the the city surronding awake.

The ladies-in-waiting surronded her with a royal blue attire, dressing her as she stood emotionless. Nobody spoke, there was no sentiment, no spirit, only fake smiles, enthusiasm and eagerness. It's so dead, everyday Shauna looks forwards to sitting outside with a book, those moments alone seem to be the only real moments. Or maybe she could even take a wonder through the fields, even alone is better then being stuck inside with all the phony people around her.

Nevertheless, the ladies-in-waiting left the room in single file, Shauna felt like she could finally breath. Her hair, hair dress, everything about her was made to be perfect, manufactured. As the halls emptied of all life Shauna left her room, walking down to the garden clutching onto a new book. Keeping her features impassive as she walked through the grand castle.

It was an astonishing castle, the walls were a glistening cream colour with grand dyed windows looking out on the alluring city of Kans, the metropolis of oppitunity.

She reached the garden, the grass was infested with daisies, some of the grass seemed more daisy then grass or ground. But, still she followed the pathway to the willow tree. 

She fell into the book, all the emotion, all the expression was internal. As the princess of Riweth Kingdom must also be seen as a statue, unreadable. But things were about to change.

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This is only a short chapter because...just beause lmao.