A queen sat on her throne pondering about how her life had changed so much in such a short period of time. This queen is only twenty years of age and literally started out as nothing.
My life definitely has changed a lot thought the queen, I’ve heard so many people gossip about me. Good and bad rumors, whereas a few years ago it was all pitiful words.
The precious queen shifted to a comfortable position and started to think about the events that led her to her present position.
The queen closed her eyes and thought back to the days when she had a father. The father who she grew up with through her teen years and loved so much. The queen had no friends. None at all except for the father that stayed with her through everything. The queen hated going out to meet new people, and even when she was out for her five hours of education, her head would always be known for looking at the patterned floor.
The queen’s mother was nowhere to be found at her age of three. Her father was her only savior from the loneliness, like her own best friend.
At some point, the queen thought that maybe she wasn’t enough for her father. The queen thought, maybe he wanted more people to talk to. Maybe I wasn’t company enough. And the queen was right.
The father found himself a girlfriend.
A girlfriend whom her father later married. However, his girlfriend came in a package containing two new daughters for him. Two new stepsisters for the queen.
From then on the queen went through her home with her head down, except when conversing with her father.
Her father loved his new wife, but the queened hated her new mother. The queen would stick to her pride and not think of her stepmother as anything other than a fake mother, and a dull companion for her father.
The queen loved her father so much that he had gotten sick. The queen’s love was not enough to heal his sickness, and so he died. The queen was left with no friends.
The stepmother of the queen had no sympathy. She didn’t shed a single tear for her deceased husband. She had - however - taken in the idea of taking in the queen though.
Taken her in as a maid.
The queen did not fight back. There is no point to fight back, because that would make her stepmother mad and she wouldn't even have anywhere to go to if she ran away. Her real mother is still nowhere to be found.
The queen had no happiness. It was all given to her stepmother and her stepsisters. They all loved the queen so much that they made her clean every single corner of the house every single day so the queen could have a nice place to stay.
It’s the queen’s curiosity that put her closer to the position of ‘queen’. The time that she ‘accidently’ eavesdropped to her stepfamily's conversation about the prince’s masquerade ball that was made to find him a wife. The queen thought, this is the perfect time to go to the prince and win him over with my plain baggy and ripped clothing while my stepsisters are in dazzling dresses and sequins...it’s not worth it.
The queen stopped thinking about what could be happening in the future and turned back to being Krystal as she stood up from her mother’s broken down chair.
Krystal’s stepmother walked into the room scolded her for wasting time. “Go back and finish your cleaning now.”
Krystal walked past her mother with her head down to get her cleaning tools.
“Go iron your sisters’ dresses too so they can go to the party at the princes’ house.”
Krystal walked away with no intention to break any of her stepmother’s rules.