Side Story: The life of a Princess by Aria, The Goddess of Creation
1977 Words
In the Castle of Rohan, the King was having a meeting with his Ministers about the state of the Kingdom’s finances and the production of goods.
One of his Royal Mages, Mage Gandalf, entered the room.
The King thought it was strange because, at that hour, he was supposed to be teaching the Royal Princess, Heiji. “Gandalf, weren’t you supposed to be with the Princess?”
Hearing that, the Royal Mage took a deep breath before answering. “My King, the Royal Princess lately refuses to attend my classes. She complains that I am not worthy of teaching her, that I lack knowledge.”
The King got up from his chair, and he approached the Mage, with an inquisitive look. The Princess was always so eager to learn, and she always had so much esteem by all her tutors. “That’s a first. What happened? Did you try to teach her something too difficult for her and she just gave up?”
“Not quite. She is always in class, concentrated only on gathering Magic in her hands. Only that. She doesn’t chant anything, she doesn’t create anything, nothing! And she does that every day. Today I confronted her, and she said that to me and then she got up and went to her room.”
The King wondered what was happening. The Princess never did that. But she was acting strange, since the last time that Seya Hinamoto was in the Palace and he was alone with her in her room.
A sudden dark thought crossed the King’s mind.
What happened with his six-year-old daughter and that boy? “If you excuse me, I must go see my daughter for a moment. Please continue on gathering Reports and analysing them, I will be back shortly.”
“My King, we will accompany you, a King should never walk alone, even in his own Castle!”
“Minister of Economy, do you really want to be in the middle of my father-daughter time? I am not in the mood for being a one-man-show, right now!”
The Minister was surprised at the sudden burst of his King, an unprecedented event like that was too strange. “My King, is everything alright?”
More interruptions and delays, the King was losing his temper and he answered very seriously. “Minister, don’t worry about things way above your salary. It’s really a very bad idea interrupting me, right now.”
Saying that, the King turned around and went to the door, leaving his Ministers speechless.
The King was worried. What happened to his beloved little daughter? If that boy did something to her, it doesn’t matter that he was the son of the Great Healer Hinamoto, he was going to have his head!
The King walked along the corridors of his Castle, leaving everyone that crossed his path wondering what was happening. The King quickly reached the North tower, where the Princess’ room was located, and he almost ran up all the stairs. He entered abruptly, and then he suddenly stopped in front of the Princess, looking at her hand, with his mouth open. The Princess was seated on top of her bed, with Magic in her right hand. A very bright and steady amount of Magic. But it wasn’t dangerously reaching an exploding limit, it was just gathered, twirling and moving from her wrist until her palm, it then made a small twist before reaching the tips of her fingers, turning around and going in the direction of the wrist again.
The King watched all that, in silence.
The Princess was so focused, that she didn’t even notice that her father was standing there until he spoke. “My dear, what are you doing?”
The Princess let her Magic disperse, slowly but steady. The King was more surprised, not even a Royal Mage was able to disperse an amount of Magic like that, so easily. “Oh, father, I didn’t notice that you were here! I am practising my Magic Control as big brother taught me last time he was here.”
“But you were not chanting anything, and you didn’t make anything with all that Magic. Why?”
The Princess smiled while looking at the King, a gentle and innocent smile. “Big brother told me to do it like this. He will teach me powerful Magics when I learn this perfectly, so I must train a little, every day. But because I want to learn with him very quickly, I am doing this for two hours a day. Father will be so proud of me! I am going to be the strongest Fire Princess in the World, and I am going to help father to protect this Kingdom!”
The King was so moved by the sweet intentions of his little daughter, that he felt tears rushing to his eyes. “Thank you, my dear.”
He said while hugging her and using those few seconds to wipe his tears.
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Some months after the last visit of Seya, the King was watching the Princess in her bedroom, training her Magic Control.
This time, she was gathering Magic in her hand and from time to time, she created a Fire Ball hovering over her palm. It was so concentrated, that it looked solid.
The King could feel the heat that was emitted at two meters distance. The Princess was drenched in sweat because of the heat and the effort, she was doing that for the last two hours straight.
The Royal Mages had told him that the Princess was doing that, every day since Seya visited her.
Finally, she dispersed the Fire Ball, and when she was gathering again her Magic, the King interrupted. “My dear, why don’t you rest for a moment? Go take a bath, in a few hours one of the Nobles will bring his daughters to introduce to you. Maybe they become your friends. You are always alone, without friends of your age.”
The Princess looked at her father, smiling and tired, and she nodded in agreement. “Okay, father, I will go take a bath and put on a cute dress, to meet them.”
“Good girl. I will call your maid to help you.”
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Sometime later, the little Princess was in her room with two Noble daughters. One of her age and another, two years older. They were playing with some of her dolls and the tea set, having a tea party.
The older girl was looking at the invisible tea being poured in a small cup and she felt thirsty. “Oh, I want tea… If this were real tea, we could also drink it!”
“I can go call my maid and ask her to bring some tea and biscuits for us. That’s okay?”
“That would be perfect, Princess!”
“I will be right back!”
And with those simple and innocent words, the Princess rushed from her room, to look for her maid.
When she was already at the middle of the stairs of her tower, she remembered that she didn’t know if the two sisters would like some fruit tea like her, or if they would prefer herbal tea, like the Queen loves to drink.
So, she ran up the stairs again, and when she approached the open door, she heard the little sister asking the other one. “Why do we have to play with that stupid Princess? I don’t like to play with dolls!”
“Shhshh, don’t say that! Remember what father told us, he will buy new horses and new clothes for us if we become friends with her. Father wants to come more often to the Castle and become friends with the King. So, shut up and pretend to like her, even if she is just a small brat, okay?”
The Princess realized that they didn’t want to be her friends, they don’t even like her! She started to cry, and entered her room. The older sister saw her and asked, “Princess, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?”
“Sniff, sniff, I heard you! You are mean! Go away!”
“No, please, stop crying, you misunderstood! We are your friends!”
The Princess was so sad, but hearing them lying like that, was too much. She gathered so much Magic around her, a bright orange light so strong, that even her hair changed colour.
While gathering two big Fire Balls in each of her hands, the crying Princess screamed at them. “Get out, now!”
The two sisters ran out of the room, in fear. The Princess shut her door with her feet and quickly dispersed the Fire Balls. She took a deep breath and while still crying, she dispersed the Magic around her body. When her hair was back to the normal blond colour, the Princess laid in her bed, sobbing.
Later that day, the King went to ask her what happened with the sisters that went to their father and begged to go home.
He just saw a very concentrated Princess, seated on the floor, practising Magic Control, but this time, instead of the Magic in her hand, it was all around her body.
Her hair was glowing in orange and the Magic around her was so concentrated, that it looked alive. The King was surprised with that sight, but he thought it would be dangerous to interrupt her at that time, so he quietly left. Maybe it was not a good idea, trying to find friends for her daughter. In due time, she would be able to do that all by herself, if she wanted.
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Some months later, the King was having a meeting with his Ministers and he saw from the open door, a Royal Mage running along the corridor. He thought it was strange, but the stranger was Mage Gandalf entering the room, with a troubled look on his face.
The King asked him, a little worried, “What happened? I saw one of the Mages running along the corridor.”
“He was going to heal a Royal Mage in the training grounds. One of my stupid and young apprentices had a disagreement with the Princess and he got hurt.”
“What? Why?”
“The Princess was doing what she always does at this time of the day, she was in the training grounds shooting her Fire Balls against the targets, for one hour straight. That young fool said that a target was easy because it didn’t return fire. Then, he challenged the Princess. The Princess didn’t want, but he started to mock her. He lost badly the fight. He didn’t even have time to finish a single chant, the Princess used him as target practice for her Fire Balls. Serves him right, that stupid youngster!”
The King was dumbfounded. What was happening? He rushed along the room, followed by all the Ministers. The King suddenly stopped at the door and looking back, he asked his Ministers with anger on his voice. “What, you all want to interrupt again my time with my daughter?”
The Ministers stopped, not daring to say one single word.
The King left the room, in the direction of the training area in the back of the Castle. There he saw a young Mage, being healed by a couple of older Mages. His clothes were completely burned, he even lost all the hair on one side of his head. At the other side, there was the young Princess, throwing successive Fire Balls at the targets at fifty meters distance, hitting them every time, as if nothing had happened!
“I am starting to think that Seya Hinamoto is a very bad influence for my beloved daughter!”
- Writer
