The world seemed so big. Her tiny legs jumped from down the stairs while the maids questionably started at their princess. Ameera had sparkling blue eyes and golden hair, which was palpitated as the gust of the summer breeze flew by.
The Palace of Luniva had ivory walls decorated with lots of greenery. Ameera was eight years old, and her mother, the Queen, had a demure stature as she sat on the sofa with her older brothers and taught them about plants.
"Mommy!" She lunged toward the queen and hugged her knees.
"Dear Ameera" The Queen gazed down at her daughter; her eyes were dark, and only her lips spoke with sweetness, while her son Rohaan continued to try to pronounce the flower's names.
The queen looked away and pressed her hands on Rohaan's shoulders. "That is a moonflower."
"Moownflowa?"
"No, sweety. Try to move your lips like mine. Moo-un-flow-er"
