When one thinks of a princess, they often imagine Disney with sleeping spells and princes. Or perhaps they go old school with medieval castles, gallant knights trying in all attempts to win thy lady's hand.

None of these apply to this golden skin beauty, dressed in the finest, onyx black they had and dressed up with a natural smooth complexion. Her lips had been painted a ruby red, her eyes lined with a smoky grey. Her hips curved outward, seductively swaying as she walked.

This princess came with a mission. One that balanced on the very tip of her sharpened and painted fingernails.

She had a duty to perform, one that required her hair be pulled back in a tight bun to keep her from distraction as well as provide a fierceness to her beauty. A duty that required her to walk into the room with her head held high as she took her throne next to her father, supporting him just like her mother entrusted her to do.

She sat with an elegance even her father lacked most days and straightened her back in regal royalty. The grand doors opened upon his command and the first in the line that had formed outside their doors was let in, guided and introduced by an advisor.

The advisor didn’t sit too far off from them, pen and paper in hand as he gave a quick overview before letting the citizen speak his peace.

It would be a long morning and an even longer evening.