Thread: Love is Blind [ Rivine & Sugar ]

It was early, that much she could tell. It was always quietest this time in the morning. Sure, there would be the occasional steps or talking outside of her bedroom door, but that was nothing compared to what it would be like around dinner time. Her father always ate so much it made her feel sorry for the many chef's who slaved away in the kitchen most of the day to make the three meals the family needed and then any snacks they wanted inbetween. She lay there, silent, still, just listening to the quiet steps outside her bedroom until something made her open her eyes. A slight knock sounded three times before she heard the creak of the door and the Princess slowly moved to sit up in bed, letting the sheets fall from her patite frame and into her lap, still covering her legs. Yes? Her voice was light, soft and that of someone genuine. The King and Queen have summoned you to the royal hall, Princess. They sent me to get you ready as quickly as possible. The voice of someone familiar, one of the maids who had been there the longest. The Princess stayed still for a moment, her crystal blue eyes staring forwards in a strange manor. But it wasn't the fact that she was ignorant, like many of the royal family could be, but that she was blind. Freya had been blind ever since she was born and her parents would never let her forget it, not that it was their fault, of course. Where they saw it as a disability, she saw it as a part of her. It wasn't something she could help, even if she wanted to. Miss Freya. The woman prompted, letting a small smile fall over her matured features. Stepping over towards the bed with one hand extended, she awaited the Princess's own hand. Freya extended her hand to her right, allowing it to be taken by the other womans and she shuffled to the edge of the bed before standing, her long bed gown falling around her ankles. The woman began to guide her towards the dresser, where she would sit and be groomed. She enjoyed having her hair brushed, it was one of those relaxing sensations that she struggled to find. Your hair has gotten so long, Princess. It was true, her hair had grown all the way to the bottom of her back. It was a very light blond in colour, almost white and had a slight wave to it. Once finishing her hair, the maid asked the Princess to rise and she did, taking a small step to the left away from the stool she had been sat upon. Tucking her own arms under the straps that held the dress over her body, the blond allowed the silk to slip down the smooth, creamy curves of her body to the ground, where her extended hand was once again taken so she could step out of the material. The woman then proceeded to dress her in a fabric close to what she was wearing before, though maybe something not as fragile. It wasn't long before she was dressed in a elegant blue and white dress that stopped around her ankles. It fitted her like a glove. You look beautiful, Miss Freya. The woman sounded cheerful and the words spread a dainty smile across the pale pink lips of the Princess. I do? She questioned, her hands moving to smooth the material over her stomach while her head lowered slightly, as if looking at the movemnt of her hands. Thank you. Once the maid had slipped on a pair of blue flats for the princess, the two began slowly out of the bedroom and down the large corridor. All the while the Princess stared forwards, unseeing. What is this about, Maria? Questioned Freya with a casual blink. If I am honest, Princess, I was not informed. It was a matter of minutes before they entered the royal hall where everything was silent. The blond remained quiet as she was guided to what she guessed was the center and then they paused. Parting her lips, Freya spoke. Good morning, father. A small smile hinted at her lips as the King greeted her back, giving a soft kiss to her pale cheek. Freya reached up the hand closest to give his cheek a soft caress before lowering it to her side once more. So, what is this about?