So I'm blogging to start a story. A fairy tale story, I think, but who knows what it will become.
A woman tapped her friend and servant on the shoulder. Her friend's auburn hair tilted slightly as she turned to face Avira. Avira was a remarkably beautiful woman, everyone thought so, except of course Avira herself. Avira instead peered her eyes into Sheng's, which made Sheng so nervous that she had an uncontrollable fit causing her to throw her eyes to the ground. Sheng admired Avira all the same, because Sheng was never really treated as an important person at all. Never to anyone. Even though she was a princess, she was always a nobody. A friend of theirs, Rechel, often joked how if the two were switched randomly one day, the whole kingdom would rejoice. It wasn't that Sheng wasn't beautiful, but she was different, very different indeed.
Avira's admiration for Sheng was so thorough that even though Sheng often told Avira to only act as her servant around others, Avira continued to serve Sheng despite her wishes. Sheng never wanted to be a princess, and hated the title and wished that one day she could be switched with Avira. They loved each other and spent everyday together frollicking all over the vast plains of the castlegrounds of the kingdom of Brookly. It was the only place where Sheng felt constricted only by freedom. For she always felt so constricted and bound up that she often gazed at her wrists expecting to see scars or cuts and scrapes from her bonds.
Avira admired and loved every ounce of her fair princess, even though she was so different indubitably.
to be continued
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