Alyss Hart marched around her palace. Her sherbet colored hair that had red tips flew above her head. She was angry, as was obvious. Her sisters had just left her alone, in this room. And she didn't know where in the palace she was. Chaos and Kelsey were known tricksters, and Alyss realized, maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have trusted them. The stranded princess let out a choked groan and sighed. Well, might as well try to find her way back. The royal ball was tonight, and her attendance was mandatory. She swiped her ID chip on the doorway, glaring at the ceiling as so was done, and the door opened. She glided through hallways, her nose in the air. She prides herself on looks, and never held a bad face. Her hair was perfect, no stray hairs. Her skin was a flawless complex of ivory.

   When she reached her room, Alyss looked in her closet. Utter disgust filled her face, as she saw the gowns. She yelled for a maid, demanding a new dress or she would behead someone. The maid scurried off in fear. Alyss huffed angrily and smoothed her dress. Heavens, the servants were useless. She would do it herself, but that was too low of a job.

She had to keep her reputation and dignity after all. She was a PRINCESS.

Not any princess... THE princess...

The one the prophecy spoke of.

Alyss glared at the bed she occupied at night, one furniture that men had tried to occupy as well. Disgusting pigs.

She looked up as the maid rushed in with a gorgeous sunset gown. She raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Finally, something decent enough to wear. I want my entire wardrobe redone by the time I return, or you'll be beheaded."

   Alyss waved her hand and dismissed the maid, pulling the gorgeous gown to a mirror. A golden gilded mirror, with silver to adorn it. She slipped the dress on after pulling the old one off. Her dress complimented her hair and eyes, and she smiled with pride.

"I am truly the fairest of all."