The corridor was just as dark and eerie as your mood, as you ventured down it. There were a couple of windows along the corridor, allowing at least some moonlight to light up the area, as you glanced back at the moon. The moon was in a complete bloodshot red colour tonight and you couldn’t shake off that ominous feeling that someone, something was watching you.

Quickening your pace, you neared the end of the corridor as you gently pushed the doors open. Gasping at the magnificent ballroom that was proudly displayed in your house, *so this is the Great Annual Feast of Alburg…* you thought as you gently walked down the stairs. The annual event was only held for adults… so when you turned 18, you were forced to go. Partly since you were the princess, but you knew however… that the witch just wanted you out of the mansion as soon as possible.

Heads turned here and there as you walked innocently down the stairs, oblivious to the several males whose attention you had just caught. Actually, not only was this the first time you were going to the feast… it was actually your first time seeing other nobles… You were kept hidden to the world for some reason unknown to yourself, and finally today… on your 18^th birthday, you were proudly revealed to the rest of Alburg… That this female… is none other than King Warren’s only daughter.

The country of course, did know you existed… It was just… you were never physically revealed before. So now, under the ballroom lights, in the outstanding white gown. You were finally out for eye inspection for every noble within Alburg. This was after all the great feast…

Finally finishing your last step, you lightly jumped it as your head slowly moved up from the floor. Every single, human eye, within that building… was focused on you and you were frozen in shock. Your beauty did not disappoint the nobles, as they felt that your 18 years hidden in shadows were finally worth it. You however, didn’t understand what beauty was, so the sudden attention and overwhelming stares made you feel very uncomfortable.

It felt like every pair of eyes were waiting, scrutinizing your every move, until you did something wrong so they could feel on par with you. Only living with slaves all your life, you had to admit. Beauty was nothing to you. You, yourself did not understand why people called other people handsome or beautiful… we were after all… all human… and hence all beautiful, right? This logic confused you a lot, so when the slaves were socialising you would stand, excluded, not understanding why they would fuss over such menial things.

My eyes are too small… my nose is too big… you’re too skinny…

Actually you understood the too skinny part… she was after all basically a stick, and slaves should be fed enough to work. So when you came over to give her food, she glared at you in shock before she ran away. You learned later that she had some food disorder of some kind… Something about always wanting to be skinny, so ever since then you ignored such strange human behaviours. In case they all had ‘disorders’ of some kind.

Now however, when there was basically no movement within the massive ballroom. You felt like you were the one with the disorder. *Uhm… did I already do something wrong?* you thought over your previous actions of walking down the stairs and then your mouth formed an ‘o’. *Was it because I jumped the last step? Was I not supposed to jump it? Am I in trouble now? Aissh… now dad will never listen to me…* you thought as the crowd’s eyes still remained on you.

Your social skills and social awareness were at a low minimum. So when those eyes bored into your skin, you couldn’t help but shift your weight from feet to feet, trying to somehow avoid such deathly glares. They after all, were all nobles … sorcerers with powers… whilst you? You were just you…

The witched named your step mom walked over to you with a fake smile and outstretched hands. She pushed herself onto you, as you stood still hands by your side. Wrapping her hands around your body she faked a kiss on one cheek and then another, as you tried to resist a puking action. You were after all, under public eye, and it didn’t feel… normal… to suddenly fake puking.

She finally got herself off you before she forcefully grasped one of your hands. *What is this witch doing?* you wondered as she continued her entirely fake act.

“This everyone is my beautiful daughter Aurora…” she continued her smile as cheers slowly erupted throughout the area. *Cheering because she said my name? What has this world come to?* you thought as you tried to remove your arm from her grasp but failed miserably.

“Hope you give her lots of love” she accentuated the last part as you immediately picked it up. *Charmspeaking already…?* you wondered but it felt stupid. *What point is there charmspeaking ‘give her lots of love?’* You racked your brain for an answer before you gave in. There had to be a reason, but you couldn’t think of it. You were after all, not the brightest child.

“Go on everyone… the Great Annual Feast of Alburg has begun!” she mentioned again as you continued to pick up on her charmspeaking. *She manipulates her power too much…* you couldn’t help but think, but got distracted when every noble within the building decided to go crazy. Especially at the dance floor... *Looks like fun…* you beamed but as you took a step towards the dance area, the strong witchs’ grasp pulled you away and you couldn’t help but pout.

“Hi, Mr and Mrs Kyala… yes, yes… you must be there son… Evan Kyala… wow you’re so handsome…” you ignored the witch’s fake conversation as you still peered at the dance area. *I really want to try that thing… where they’re all shaking their whole body…* you sneakily smiled, but as you took a step closer you got pulled back with a rather ferocious glare from the witch. “Yes this is my daughter… Aurora…” you gently smiled and nodded at the parents, gave the male a small smile, before you turned around and pulled against her grasp.

*Man not only is she a witch… she’s a strong witch at that too…* you continued your depressing pout as you noticed a male who was sitting near the dance floor glaring at you. He let out a mischievous smirk, raising an eyebrow at you as you stood there dumbfounded. *Gosh… I think I understand what handsome means now…* you childishly let out a chuckle, noticing that he was laughing too.

He was rather short in stature compared to the surrounding males, yet he was still lean and broad. He had nicely styled black hair, and his plain sparkling grey suit helped to emphasize his handsome features. You found yourself admiring every little detail about him as he seemed to do the same to you. *He was young right?* you wondered before you peered around at the surrounding males. *A lot younger than most of the guys here at least…* happily smiling, he nodded back and smiled at you before you finally decided to rebel.

“Queen Fantaria… may you please excuse me…” you gently bowed your head at the guests and towards your step mom, before you headed your way to the bathroom. When it felt like the stares had stopped piercing into your back, you turned around and sneaked your way towards the dance floor. More like towards that male…

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