"Dear Lady Kara,

I, the King, invite you to my daughter's coming of age ceremony. It will be hosted at the struck of the third moon, by the sea, and land. Please bring the most biggest smile and a nice gift for my daughter as she is soon on her way to take the throne. Let's bygones be bygones and call this a truce. My daughter wants all the noblemen and women to attend, that includes you. You may bring along two guests, and only two guests. The party is a masquerade ball, so please bring an appropriate mask and please wear something that isn't such an EYESORE.

You have my 'blessings'

Sincerely,

The King.

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Typical. The King never fails to show how much he and I don't get along. He invites me to his daughter's party, then he goes and insults me as if the invitation was nothing more than a mere threat. 

I tossed the letter to the side and plopped down onto my bed. The soft feeling reminds me of freshly warm face towelettes. The best thing in the whole entire world. Well, second best thing in the whole entire world. The number one best thing throughout the whole entire world is me.

Kara Grapp.

The daughter of the most richest and famous duke and duchess. Honestly, I find it hilarious when the other children of noblemen and women think they can outrich us. They scamper around trying to see if they can steal our title but they always fail in the end. The only people that have outshined us is the Royal Family. The King and his daughter. I don't even know the poor girl's name but that really isn't important. She's the daughter of that horrible prick that got my friends nearly killed. 

Starting a war out of nowhere and rushing people to fight is no way of a king. A good king that is. He's nothing but a waste of talent and muscles. His daughter apparently has more common sense than the whole kingdom. Well, If she's "so smart," why hasn't she solved any of the wars? She can't just convince her dad to stop? Wait. What if she-?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking on my bedroom door.

"O-Oh! Come in!"

My door swung open and I was greeted by my personal maid, Silfi. Silfi has been my personal maid ever since I was about five. She was such a sweet soul towards me, and only me. Everyone else was like dust underneath her feet, well everyone else except my father, The Grand Duke. 

Father was a cold man towards everyone, including me. Ever since my mother, the duchess, had died from an accident, my father became distant towards me and the world he lives in. Every now and then he would invite me to lunch but those tiny events only lasted a couple of minutes before he fell into sadness and disappeared into the west wing of our castle. The thoughts began to cloud my head again until I heard Silfi's voice break the barrier, her thick russian accent killed all the thoughts in my head.

"My Lady, with all respect, you have been spacing out for a while now. Spacing out won't bring you to the dress shop and it most certainly won't bring back any scones for you. Now off the bed and go wash up."

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I sat in the hot water as the bubble began to consume my body. The scent of lilac and vanilla filled my nose as my body melted into the world of peace. The long awaited bath that I had desired was finally happening. 

I've been outside all day, looking for dresses, looking for a mask to wear, and signing so many autographs for the people. I never knew I was THAT popular with the town's folk. 

"Well, I guess this is what I get for being such a hottie."

I chuckled at my little comment before draining the bubbly water from the tub. I glanced at myself in the mirror and grinned at my beauty. Soft peachy skin, pink tainted lips, green irises, and long orange hair that reached my waist. 

"Now then, time to get dressed and ready for bed. I got a party to crash."

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I was finally dressed, a beautiful green silky Victorian dress, emerald and gold diamond earrings, green heels, and to top it all off, a beautiful golden crown with emerald jewels smelted into the middle of the crown. I was truly looking my best and I wasn't going to deny it. Silfi brushed my hair up into a ponytail but left two strands of my hair out to represent bangs. I was definitely going to be the beauty of the ball. Silfi placed a bow on the top of my ponytail before handing me my white silk gloves and a matching mask. I glided out the room and headed down the stairs towards my father's carriage that was awaiting me outside. I got into the carriage and sat in silence as my father gazed at me. I thought of what would await me at the kingdom of the awful king.

"You look beautiful, Kara."

I stiffened and turned my attention towards my father, who looked rather dashing.

"Thank you father, you look rather dashing as well."

My father gave me a slight nod before closing his eyes, dozing off into a deep slumber. I sighed before paying attention to the stars in the night sky. I wished mother was still here, she would've loved this stary skin. She would've sung a whole song about how beautiful the skies were when the sun went down and the moon had risen. As I thought of my mother, I began to sing her song.

"Once upon a sweet dream, lived a beautiful sky...

Cotton Candy and Sugary Stars always catch my eyes...

Life as a Duchess was never right, but life as a star was just right...

Shining so bright, up in the sky, wondering how far I'll go...

Kara my sweet, you're the star I show!

So soar for me and fly, as the stars light up the sky!-"

I stuck my upper half out the window of the carriage, causing my hair to flow with the wind and my mask to soar into the air. I let the tears roll down my face as I sang my part of my mother's song.

"Mama! See me soar!

I can't let the darkness hide me anymore!

Mama watch me fly! As I soar up like a star in the sky!

Watch me grow!

Watch me be!

Mama, oh Mama, let me fly free!

Mama, watch me soar!

I'm your shooting star that continues to grow!

So watch over me!

So watch me spread my wings and fly~

Mama can't you see that this is meant for you and me!

Mama! Can't you see~ That I need you and you need me, my shooting star, that I admire from afar~"

I wiped away my tears as the view of the castle came into my point of view. The carriage came to a halt and I gently shook my father, who had a single tear streaming down his face. I felt a pain in my chest, but I pushed it away as my father woke up. He stared into my eyes before he got out of the carriage, helping me out afterwards. 

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As we made our way into the ballroom that was decorated in blue and purple banners, roses, and much more, an announcer yelled out our names.

"WELCOMING, THE GRAND DUKE AND HIS DAUGHTER, DUKE GRAPP AND KARA GRAPP!"

That's when I heard the whispers that I craved to hear.

"Look at the Duke and his daughter!"

"She looks stunning."

"I want her to marry my son!"

"Look at how beautiful they look"

"They should be our ruler, not this bastard and his unknown waste of a daughter."

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My father walked towards some of the other dukes, while I walked over towards the princesses and the other dukes' daughters. I did a little curtsy and smiled at them. They all glared at me before scoffing at me. They knew I had all the latest news about everyone throughout every kingdom and cranny of this place. 

"Why hello there m'ladies, lovely night we have tonight"

They all nodded their heads before taking out a fan. I chuckled slowly before talking about my weekly drama and gossip. I spoke for a while before I was interrupted by the sound of trumpets.

"PLEASE W-WELCOME, YOUR HIGHNESS AND HIS DAUGHTER, KING BLOUSS AND PRINCESS KEIN!" (Ka-ne)

All eyes went onto the two royals entering the ballroom. The bastard himself walked down the stairs and waited at the bottom. He was served a glass of red wine before he cleared his throat and spoke.

"MY DEAR CITIZENS! I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOUR FUTURE QUEEN! MY DAUGHTER, PRINCESS KEIN!"

The bastard motioned a hand towards the top of the stairs and music suddenly cued in. I took a glass of cider before noticing a slim woman standing at the top of the stairs. She was too far to see but I knew it was the princess. The woman came down the stairs and grabbed the bastard's arm and they began to walk down the ballroom. As they got closer I noticed how the King's daughter looked. She was tall, but not that tall. She had light caramel skin, dark purple lipstick, long black gloves and a skin tight black dress that sprawled out at the bottom. She had a huge black rose on the side of her dress, her dark violet eyes pierced into mine as her long lilac hair flew against the dress. 

"Boobs..."

I turned my head towards one of the princesses.

"Huh? Boobs? What are you-?" I was rudely cut off by the princess pointing towards the King's daughter. Well her chest to be exact. My eyes followed her gaze and I realized that she was very gifted when it came down to breast. I blushed a little before shaking my head to get the image of her breasts out of my mind. As my eyes began to trace upwards, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I focused my attention on that, and that is when I realized it. Some woman was launching something at the princess, but sadly the lady had poor aim. So, I was the one getting attacked with whatever the lady was throwing.

I yelped and covered my eyes with my hands, bracing myself for the impact of the substance, but it never happened. I slowly cracked open my eyes and saw the King’s daughter looming over me. Her hair was soaked with a substance that smelled like red wine. Everyone gasped at the sudden action she did. She took out her handkerchief and dried off parts of her hair. She sighed before turning away from me. She grabbed the woman who threw the wine by the hand. The princess then raised her hand before landing a firm slap against the woman’s face. The woman screamed in pain as the princess continued to slap the woman until the lady fell onto the floor. The princess placed a heel onto the woman’s chest as she pressured the heel down. The woman was filling the room with screams. 

The princess took a cider from one of the trays nearby before raising it towards her lips. She took a small sip before sending a chilling glare around the room. She then cleared her throat and spoke.

“You all better know from now on that I will not tolerate this bullshit from anyone! You all may think I’ll go easy on you all because of me being a “princess” or a girl! Well guess what?! You all are gonna cry when I’m queen!”

She then laughed wickedly before pouring the cider onto the woman with a disgusted look on her face.

“Because, I am far more wicked than my father..”

The princess removed her foot from the woman’s chest before walking towards me. She handed me a spare handkerchief before walking towards the two thrones that sat at the top of the other set of stairs.

My chest tightened up as I watched the princess. She was strong, mentally and physically. Her eyes were slanted and cold, it made my eyes feel like warm pools of lava. 

“She’s hot….”

I heard one of the princes’ whisper behind me. I spinned around and threw him a nasty glare.

“She’s mine..!”

With that, the prince scoffed and stomped away, causing my glare to fade away.

“She will be mine..”