Allisa finds herself in bed confused. She did not remember falling asleep under her warm covers, especially not tucked in carefully. The sun is blinding as she peers out from underneath her sheets with curiosity. Was she kidnapped? Did a dragon come and whisk her away from this house and her nightmares? The possibilities were endless! Sadly, she was just carried to bed by her maid, Mary. Such disappointment. Her door creaks open suddenly and Allisa hides under her covers pretending she was never awake. Allisa’s maid, Mary, chuckles as she sees Allisa hiding underneath her sheets and blankets.
“I wish her highness would wake up, the chef prepared her favorite dish for breakfast, with a special slice of chocolate cake for her birthday…”
The maid heard an audible gasp and watched as Allisa dramatically feigned waking up from a restful slumber.
“Good morning, your highness. Happy Birthday”
“It’s my birthday?!” Allisa screamed in excitement.
“Yes, you are now four years of age”
“Goodness!”
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“Why don’t we get you dressed in this lovely gown so you can go and greet your family?”
“...no.”
“Why not, your highness?”
“I don’t like dresses…” Allisa’s face is filled with guilt and discomfort. “When can I wear clothes
like my brother's?”
“When you are older my dear. Now let me help you get dressed”
Minimal time skip
Allisa is now dressed in a simple gown with minimum frills and embellishments, the few of which could provide for a normal family for half a year.
The best way to describe her is adorable, her curly hair cute as ever.
She enters the dining hall with her maid, smiling in anticipation of cake.
“Happy birthday, darling!” Her mother shouts at her arrival.
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“Happy birthday, Allisa.” Her father states in a tone which might seem frightening if you didn’t know he was exploding with adoration on the inside.
Allisa plops down on her plush chair at the table happy with everyone’s adoration.
“Happy birthday, sister.”
…
..
.
“Th-thank you, brother”
Everyone in the room’s expression was a mixture of shock, curiosity, and bewilderment.
Issac hated his sister.
Never once said good morning, good day, or good evening. Never said sorry when he was in the wrong. Never once acknowledged her existence as his family.
Yet, he wished her a happy birthday, calling her his sister.
What was wrong?
“Al-Alright! Let us have breakfast!” Her mother declared.
…
Breakfast was a delicious meal prepared specifically for the princess, all of her favorite breakfast foods were served with elegance and love. The only thing keeping this meal from being joyful was the tense atmosphere hovering around the family, as if the gods themselves were walking on eggshells.
Breakfast ended with the maids bringing out a small cake, enough for each member of the family to have a slice. Sadly the only one with enough appetite to eat it was Allisa.
“Now!” Her mother clapped her hands together with this word. “We have presents!”
As soon as the queen said those words, servants swooped in and cleared the table like this had been rehearsed for years. As quickly as the dishes and utensils disappeared, a myriad of gifts appeared before them by servants’ hands. They were separated into two piles. One had gifts from people who didn’t know her, the other had gifts from her friends and family. Obviously she was told to open gifts from her family first.
Her father’s gift was a thin box delicately wrapped. An ordinary person would definitely stop to stare at the craftsmanship of the wrappings themselves. She immediately tore the wrappings off with glee and found… paper.
She unrolled the piece of paper that laid before her struggling to pronounce the words as she read it outloud.
“Th- The Orch-taa-nese Pal-ice’s Ownership sh-shall be trains-fored to Alisa Veola Ark-cain-oo… Oh! That’s my name!”
“Honey, I can read it for you if you want, it’s a rather long document…”
“I’m fine, Mommy!
Okay, umm, by order of the forty scek-ent king, Silos Ark-cain-oo.
“Muffin, let me read the rest.”
“I’m fine, Daddy! Really!
“Muffin, at this rate another one of your birthdays will have already passed by the time you finish.”
“Alright…”
“Ahhem, ‘The Orchestiese Palace’s ownership shall be transferred to Alisa Viola Arcano by order of the forty second king, Silos Arcano. Therefore, all staff, and items are gifted to The Princess by association.’ There we go.”
“Oh..
OH.
Wait! Isn’t that too much!”
“Nothing is too much for my daughter.”
“Uh, Okay”
Her mother’s gift was a round box decorated with ribbons and gems. As soon as Allisa unwrapped it, the room was filled with the aroma of chocolate. It would be a lie to say the girl didn’t drool.
“I got all of your favorites, Honey. Ooo, that one is raspberry, and this one is lemon cream……
…….
The explanation of each flavor went on for a while.
No one had noticed the package sitting under the table near the prince’s until he reached out underneath and pulled it out.
It was small, smaller than the king’s gift. The size of the gift wasn’t really important compared to the fear on the girl’s face as her brother sat up and walked up to her. He dropped the gift without care in front of the girl and walked back to his seat without a word.
The hall was silent.
No one breathed.
No one spoke.
The only noise was the beating of everyones’ hearts as their fear consumed them.
