The morning mist was settling over the far off hills. In town, you could hear the bakers walking about trying to sell bread. The black smith started his hammering work just a few moments after this. If you were in town, you’d be able to hear the people walking about, chattering to each other about what a lovely morning it was, and complaining about all the hard work ahead of them. Kathryn, however could not hear any of this. She could see the bakers smoke rising from their oven, and see the blacksmith hitting his hammer to an anvil, though only if she squinted. Kathryn was a Princes, and at the moment, she was locked away in her room again, for sneaking out to the creek the day before.

The castle lay in front of a wondrous forest. Kathryn loved exploring through it. In it, there was a small dirt path just barley visible to the human eye, but Kathryn could follow it anywhere. Once, she came upon a small water fall that fell off of the face of a boulder. It let out into a small crystal clear pond. The pond ran off into a creek which went on past farther then she could see and diapered somewhere in the trees. She loved coming to this spot more than anything; and since no one had found her there yet, she felt it perfectly safe to bath in the falls. She sighed as she looked out the window, wishing that she could be anything, anything but a princes.

She was a small girl, with large dark brown curls for hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. In the castle she knew the routine by heart. First breakfast, then lessons then lunch, then more lessons, then a lecture from her parents about how lady’s behave, and then dinner at which she’d be lectured on how lady’s behaved again. After dinner there was hardly time to breath before she was swept upstairs to bed. She was always trying to change the schedule somehow. Today she’d gotten up early and changed into her favorite outfit, without a corset, Kathryn hated corsets. In truth, the outfit was a maids which she’d snitched. She had to be careful never to ware it in front of her parents, lest they take it from her.

At around six, Sara came in with her breakfast. Sara was her nurse made, and her best friend. Though she was twice Kathryn’s age. She’d always been Kathryn’s maid, ever since she was born. Now Kathryn, was thirteen, and enjoyed having her company as opposed to the company of her mother and father, or ‘The Royals’ as Kathryn called them in secret.