princess Blog and Journals

Brendon's POV

"Brendon Urie! Get your arse down here now and help me pack this wagon!" The bellowing was my father and it meant that I had slept in a bit too long again. Last night was rough. My father and I stayed up into the early hours harvesting the rest of the crop so we would be able to take them into market this morning. I slipped the tunic over my head and pulled the trouser's over my frail body as I tried to rush outside. I was ready to open the door when I heard my mother cough. She was becoming sicker by the day and it bothered me. I turned to make sure she was okay and she muttered something, "He's just a bit worried son. Don't you worry your handsome head." She smiled. I rushed out the door and helped my father finish before we started off to market. I sat on the back of the wagon as my father yelled something and the vegetable packed wagon lurched forward. "Oi! Hold up. Imma comin'" I turned and saw my friend George, or as I like to call him, Ryan, rushed out his door. He swung himself up onto the wagon with a burlap sack full of what I assumed produce. "I thought you and your mother were going in today?" I asked Ryan. He shook his head, his hair sweeping into his face, "No. The wagon's wheel cracked this morning and we didn't have a very plentiful harvest last night. I tell you, those moles better watch out one of these nights." He said with a short laugh. "Thanks so much Mr.Urie for letting me hitch a ride," Ryan said over his shoulder. "It's no problem boy. I know how much you and your mother is struggling."

Isabella's POV

"Princess Isabella? Are you awake?" Why did she have to do this everyday? "Yes Melanie. I am now," I said sitting up, scaring my maid half to death. She nodded and left the room so I could get dressed and look how a young princess should. I hummed to myself as the chambermaid came into my room. "I'm thinking of the dark red one today," I said referring to my dress. She nodded and pulled it out of the closet. After a long ordeal of putting it on, I told her that she was dismissed and she left. On my schedule today? Staying in my room and wishing that my father would let me go explore somewhere. Anywhere really. Even the courtyard would suffice. I looked out the window and saw the market that was a short walking distance away. I couldn't see people's faces but I knew they had a worried look on their faces. My father, the king, had raised taxes again and was for sure making it harder on the people. My father said that I always cared too much about the "peasants". I shivered, I hated that word. I saw a cart with a hearty amount of vegetables on it and what looked like two people. Oh how I longed to just be out there and able to socialize with someone other than my servants. I got angry and decided that I was going to take it up with my father, again. I was the only person in all of the Empire that could argue with him, without the fear of being thrown into the dungeon.

I walked out of my room and down the half to the "Great Room", as my father liked to call it. There he sat with all of this council men. Staring down at some poor soul. "Dan Johnson. Accused of stealing two swine on Twenty-First of April," One of the council men said. I swiftly went over to a corner and stood waiting. "How do you plead?" said the same council man had said. Dan Johnson began to shake and he looked like he was going to pass out, if convicted, I had a feeling he wouldn't last a week in the dungeons. "Guil-, no not guil-," He stammered trying to figure out if there was anyway of getting out of this. "Guilty your highness," he blurted out and fell to the ground with a thud. "Sentenced to life in the dungeon," my father said waving for the guards to dispose of the man. I walked up to my father as Dan Johnson started to cry and scream. "Father I need to speak with you," I said in a short tone. My father looked and me and merely nodded. He waited until Johnson had been taken away and waved the guards to leave. "What is it this time Isabella?" he said looking down at me. My father was a short man with a rounded stomach. He barely had any hair left, but, if he did have hair it would be the same golden yellow like mine. "I need a bit of air father. I cannot stand being stuck in my room for much longer," I had pleading eyes. The council men stared at me. No one ever talked to the king like this before. "Isabella. You and I have talked about this constantly..."He began. I heaved a short sigh. "Please father! Just once. My chambermaids are getting my new ballgown today and maybe I could go with them. It would save you money by not having to pay the seamstress to come out here to the castle," I said appealing to my father's thrifty side. He smirked and nodded, "You are my daughter indeed. But there is one stipulation. You must have the entire royal guard with you." My eyes got wide. 30 men. But I shook it out of my head. I'd rather have 30 men surround me and be outside then never to be outside at all. "Thank you father," I said rushing out of the room before he could change his mind.

1 hour later...

I climbed into the carriage as the 30 royal guard climbed on their horses. A constant smile was plastered on my face. It felt good to have the sun on my face. The warmth was fantastic. The dress shop was not far away but my father insisted on my riding in the carriage. We slowly started off. The pace was a slow one because the road was a bit snug for all 30 royal guardsmen. We began to pass through the market and people began to stare. My cheeks must have gone a bit rosey as I never wanted to stir up this much attention. The pace seemed to all but stop. I looked out my small window and saw a boy. He was about my age and he was marvelous. His hair was almost black and he had a smile on his face as he sold a woman what looked to be peas. I flashed a smile as I saw how happy he looked to be. He turned and saw the carriage I was in and then he must have spotted me because he waved. And then, smiled. I couldn't stop staring. I waved back to him as the procession moved off again. We lurched forward and now the boy was out of my sights again. He was...beautiful.