The cold mansion is located outside the city illar (the city she lived in). It's an abandoned mansion. It has been years and years since anyone had stepped into that mansion. It's on a hill, with a forest surrounds it.
We had lived there for 10 years. She took great care of me. She used her allowance to take care of me.
There was a village nearby the forest in which she often purchase baby supplies there, clothes, and food there. She would never tell me why she disguises herself. She always made me stay in the mansion by myself whenever she went out.
When she was alive, we made wonderful memories together. She'd tell me tales. We would laugh together, play together, and shower together.
She would allow me to try her makeup on for fun. She would play tricks on me, and so would I. She taught how to dance.
She taught me how to fight and defend myself. She taught me foreign languages and how to write in them. She celebrated my birthdays with me. Most importantly, she taught me to love myself and respect myself. I could say that I was a very fast learner.
Then, as I grew the color of my hair began to change. It went from dark purple to purple. My eyes remained the same. Since I was born, they were purple and stayed purple.
My mother would always force a smile on her face every time she looked at my hair and my eyes. I could feel that she was hurting inside, but I didn't know why.
She'd always order me to never leave this place. I never understood why. When I asked her why, she would answer, "Because people are evil, and there are people out there who want to harm you." Then when I asked her, "Why would they want to harm me?" she would reply "because there are people in the kingdom who are jealous of you and how you look. Your beautiful hair and your eyes. There is something about you that's different from them." She would make me feel like I'm special.
Then I remember when I turned 10. I was playing hide and seek outside with my mother, I found a brand newspaper on the ground. I picked up and It said "Whoever finds that Witch Aubrey de Delarosa and her daughter will be rewarded $500,000."
It was a little confusing why they needed to find my mother and I, so I brought it to my mom. when gave it to her, she anxiously flipped through the pages. "what's wrong mother?' I asked her. "GET INSIDE NOW!" she yelled at me. I was shocked because that was the first time she had ever raised her voice at me.
She grabbed my hand and fiercely dragged me into the mansion before I could say something. She put all the curtains down and shut the front the door.
"From now on you can never leave this place, and you'll stay inside, YOU HEAR ME!" she yelled, pressing her hands down my shoulders. I didn't know how to react, so I burst into tears.
"MUAHhhhh!" "Is it me? Did I do something wrong, Mum? I'm sorry, Princess Violet." I said in a trembling voice, rubbing my little hands against my eyes to make the tears go away.
She embraced me and replied: "It's alright my darling, it is not your fault, it was my fault. It's mommy's fault." She answered with a gentle voice, forcing a smile on her face.
My mother came into my room later that night as usual. As my hair was being braid, I stared deeply into the mirror. The difference between the appearance of my mother and I, captured my attention. I knew we looked different, but I've never taken it into consideration. I became perplexed whether I'm her real daughter or not.
We have different skin tone, eye color and hair color. She had stunning flawless dark chocolate skin, coily black hair with long eyelashes and lovely brown eyes. I had a camarel like skin, curly shiny purple hair and with purple eyes.
"Why do we have a different color of hair and eyes? I asked her. She smiled at me and answered "because you're different and unique." Don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough, no matter what happens. Everyone is different, that's what makes the world a diverse place."
"Mommy when will you let me go out of see the world?"
"The world is a beautiful place, but the bad people make it a dangerous place to live in. it's better to stay here until you're ready."
"but, mommy i-"
"Hey hey now sweetie, listen to mommy."
"Mommy what is love? You always say you love me."
"Love is when you like someone for who they are as a person. When you care for them and want the best for them."
"Mommy, if you love me, why do you always force me to learn how to fight?"
"Because mommy wants the best for you and you must learn how to defend yourself." She said fiercely.
"Mommy, when will I meet my dad?"
"After I told you the story about our past, you still insist on seeing him. It's not like he was a bad person. Your father was a good man, he's just being manipulated by Sarah that's all," She said. Good man my *** , as if I'm going to believe that bastard was a good man. She always defends him after all he had done to us. That's just foolishness. I guess it's because of that thing called love.
"After all he's done to you, he's a good man?" I questioned her. Mommy is blinded by love. I will never fall in love.
"Don't say that Violet! I know deep down inside your father still love me. Plus, there is someone out there waiting for you."
"A prince charming?" I asked.
"Yes, darling." She replied. Prince charming? She's crazy. After hearing the story of how much a douchebag my father was, why would I want to get any close to guys?
"Mommy can you tell me what my dad looks like?"
What do you want to know?" She asked.
"I'm Just curious." I answered.
"Let me see. He's kind of tall."
"How tall?" I asked.
"About 6 feet tall?" She replied.
"Wow so tall!"
"Yeah, but mommy is taller."
"How tall are you mommy?"
"How tall do I look?"
"Let me see. 7 feet tall?" I guessed.
"I'm not that tall, I'm actually 6'2." She answered.
"Anyways, mommy tell me more about him."
"Well, he has peachy skin, brown hair and amber eyes. You'll recognize him by his earrings. His father gave it to him, since then, he always wears them." She explained to me.
"Does that me you'll let me him?" I asked.
"No, you can never meet him. Okay, stop with the questions! Now that I'm done with your hair, it's bedtime. She fiercely replied.
"My sweetheart, good night now! Muah!-Muah! " She kissed me on my forehead.
"Wait, wait, wait! About my bedtime story?"
"Yeah, sweetheart mommy is tired! Tomorrow, maybe..."
"Okay, goodnight mommy!"