Mirabel Lambert can be described with three sentences. she's naive. made of moisture and was born with a goddess rivalry beauty.
Born into the royal family of crossgrove from the kingdom of Cunningham, she maintains a silent and patient life waiting for love to find her while trying her very best to stay away from troublesome people... fist or feat...
untill one Day her peace broke into millions of pieces...
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Mira love's going to sleep early so she had gotten into bed immediately after the hour hand struck 7 in the evening after taking a long bath with the help of may her handmaid.
And may too knew she wasn't an early riser and rarely ever disturbs her .. so you could imagine how pissed she felt when someone pulled the duvet off her small face as early as 7:30... ... as soon as her long lashes opened to reveal big black eyes, she caught sight of a rarely distraught brunette.
Which made her grumble and become alert.
" milady". may, Mira's personal maid greeted, bowing as a good morning.
yet Mira didn't appreciate it. she had gotten that all 19 years of her life and it still remains the same, not changing anything. and also that wasn't what was pissing her off.
" why are you in my bedroom this early morning, young woman?". Mira asked, her tone coming out soft and a little bit harsh for she was truly pissed.
she narrowed her eyes and waited for the disappointed maid to answer.
may sighed. " I have a decree from your father". she said in reply to Mira's question, bowing once more and Mira's mood worsened.
" say what?!. go back!. tell Russell!, tell your king!. i'm not coming!. to hell with his decree! ". Mirabel replied angrily, black soft hair bouncing about.
she had every right to react that way.
that man she was given as a father, killed her mother on the day she, Mirabel was born because her mother didn't give birth to a male vampire heir. instead, she gave birth to a female ' cursed ' human.
that same father abandoned her ' life ' since birth , only giving her necessities since the day she was born.
that same father almost sold her for favour to the neighboring kingdom on her coming of age party, hadn't she be feisty she would had been raped tether.
that same father only issues a decree that concerns her when the old hag wanted to turn her life upside down.
so no. she wasn't going to the throne room to honour that same father nor was she receiving criticisms today!.
may gulped on hearing her response... she wasn't scared of the princess... but who might hear her ranting... so she said calmly,
" milady calm down.. despite your angst... you still have to honour his majesty's presence". in a low voice so as not to further anger the delicate lady on the bed.
Mira couldn't believe her ears when she heard may. " honour my foot. " she said climbing down and heading towards the bathroom with a rapid heart. " use the door before I return". she added and entered inside the bathroom.
may sighed... he understood Mira but she knew the princess wouldn't be able to escape her father's decree...
" not on this one...". she said.
and to think the emperor used such a high command as a decree... Mira wouldn't be able to escape it at all.
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on entering the bathroom, Mira went straight to her mirror, there she saw a reflection of herself staring back at her...
long disheveled black waist length hair, petal like red, soft lips, big black eyes and a small face...
she was afraid yes... that feistiness she put on for everyone was a facade... she was alone, weak and unloved...
she didn't want her father to add another sorrow to her list of problems now but what to do?... only wish may left before she exited the bathroom so she could lock herself in her room...
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Twenty minutes later, after bathing herself, Mira exited the bathroom with a bathrobe around her slender figure.. only to see may still standing the same place she left her. it made her mood drop and eyes narrow.
" what are you still doing here?". she asked eyeing the innocent maid with dagger like stares.
may flinched at her stare. the princess didn't know her stare and attitude at this condition was very creepy and headache inducing... only if may hadn't loved the princess, she would had long retired for fear of being mauled for not drawing a bath one day.
". milady, I'll dress you now". may said, and walked towards the suspicious princess...
" what?!. you don't get it?, leave?!". Mira yelled at the maid on hearing that.
' dress who?!. for what?! '.
and she watched may approach her and drag her to the wardrobe while ignoring her rantings.
she let her do so.
yup. she was a bark and no bite.
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some minutes later, Mira and may exited the wardrobe with Mira on a red fled gown highlighting her slim waist and hair braided into pigtails.
And if it wasn't approaching winter, may would had been perspirating by now because of her arguments with Mira to dress up in the wardrobe. what?. you thought it was easy?.
Mira had a frown on her beautiful face as she made her way towards the bed and sat down... she didn't wear makeup, only white powder on May's insistent ranting.
May quickly walked towards the table and brought forth a scroll from her royal father, which she unbuckled and cleared her throat to start reading in he next minute.
" it says, " congratulations princess Mirabel. you have been favoured to be the lady of the silver household. you are needed in the meeting in two hours. do not be late.
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The king. ".
Mira's eyes widened as may finished the decree, before gradually turning dark and then... moist.
" calm down my lady...". may sighed when she saw the turmoil of emotions in Mira's eyes,she went to quickly keep the scroll and went back to the panicking princess.
Mira got up as soon as soon as may sat down to pat her for comfort though.. leaving the maid's empty hands in midair. then she began pacing back and forth with a hand on her forehead.
" i'm doomed!. i'm doomed may i'm doomed! ". she suddenly began chanting causing the maid girl on the bed to ask in confusion of her sudden outburst.
" why? ".
" he's fat!. old and arrogant! ". Mira said seriously as if she had seen him Before with a worried expression on her face.