(The dress in the pic is the dress she wears to the ball except it has a longer skirt that reaches the floor and the shoes are gold but the same style!)

History
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Emma Elise Anderson the girl everyone wanted to be. She was the princess of her country and the highest rank in her pack as her father didn't have a boy. She had to marry someone to become the luna of the pack, meaning she had to share her title when she gets married. Emma was beautiful, her gold locks were curly and came out as a beautiful gold fur when she changed into her wolf.

There are some things people don't know about her though, she grew up in the castle with only her aunt as a parent figure. King Alexander, Emma's father had closed himself off as a result of his mate and queen Elise being slaughtered in front of him. He went on a rage from the pain of his mate dying and dug himself into a hole of isolation. He travelled to find the man who killed her and when he was found he cut the head off her killer.

Alexander still never felt the hole in his heart close when his mate was gone and the killer was dead so he dug himself into work with his country. Never paying attention to Emma she grew up with the love from her aunt, Lilly. Up until her 18th birthday her father never paid attention to her. Unless it was about her mate.
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Emma's 18th birthday

"Emma!" I hear a voice echo the hallways and I turn around picking up the bottom of my silk gown so it doesn't drag on the floor.

"Yes father?" I question as he comes closer to me. I had just gotten out of my room to begin dressing for the ball my dad had organized for my birthday, but more importantly to find my mate.

"Your maids have your outfit for tonight ready and bath run for when your ready. Make yourself look presentable as everyone in the kingdom and our allies are coming to celebrate your birthday." My father says they are coming to celebrate me but we both know he just wants me to find a suitable husband.

My father dismisses me and I make my way to my room. My room is a soft blue colour with black furniture. The bed has a canopy over top of it and there's a big vanity for all my makeup and hair things. My closet is filled with a lot of stunning dresses and high heels and different jewellery. On the other side of the room there's a door that lead to a ensuite with a giant bath and a shower and marble floors. Everything in my room looked like it could cost a million dollars.

I see my maids scurry in and help me undress from my night gown. They help me bath and then I wrap myself in a towel. After drying myself off I walk back into my room to see a dress I'd never seen before.

"You're father had this dress made for you for the ball tonight." I stared at it in amazement. It was a burgundy dress, the colour of our country, it had lace sleeves and a sweetheart neck line with the skirt falling all the way to the ground. I feel my smile widen as I see a pair of gold high heels sitting on the ground as well. "It's beautiful," I say in amazement.

My personal maids, grace and Macy help me get it on and then begin to do my makeup. They used gold and pink eyeshadow and a red lipstick that matched my dress. My hair fell to my waist in soft ringlet and my bangs were braided so they were out of my face.

I hear a knock on my door and I stand up to see my father walk in. I smile and he looks at me with sad eyes but smiles. "You look just like your mother."

I feel his gaze drop and I thank him, my mother was beautiful she had golden blonde hair just like me. She was small and petite and my dad was twice the size of her from what I can remember. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green and so were mine. I looked nothing like my dad but my personality was the exact same as his. He was stubborn and a perfectionist, he needed everything to be the way he wanted it and it had to be perfect. He was lonely and miserable since my mother died and so was I. I never got to grow up with my mom. She died when I was 5.

"It's almost time for dinner" my father said, drawing my attention from my thoughts. I ask, "How many people are there?"

"A lot," is all my father had to say before bringing me downstairs. I walk down the marble hallway to the giant double doors that lead to the ballroom. This is the first time I've been to a ball since before my mother died. My dad never liked them but my mom would make him.

The doors open for me as I walk up,and everyone's eyes turn to the doors as they open.

"Introducing princess Emma Elise Anderson, soon to be queen!"

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I hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Let me know how you like it!