The Little Princess. Part I

Once upon a time, in kingdom far far away, in a land that was forever Summertime, lived a little Princess. That little Princess lived in beautiful Castle, with her mother, the Queen, her father, the King and her sister and her brother, the elder Princess and the only Prince. They were all, by popular standards, beautiful and healthy, and beloved by their respective circles of friends. From the outside, they were the perfect family.

Yet the little Princess couldn’t help but feel uneasy in her family.

She was raised by two principles. One from the Queen: “You are too young to understand” and one by her father the King: “People do not change.”

It is often said that in a family, the youngest child is the most protected of all. But this little Princess, not only did she feel she didn’t need protection from anything, but even if she did, she wouldn’t know where to find it.

The downside of being a Princess was that her father, whom she respected and admired, and yes feared sometimes, was the busiest man alive, nay the Kingdom. So she didn’t get to see him much, let alone talk to him.

And her mother, as Queen, thought it was her duty to enforce laws on her younger child so she would be a proper Princess representing the family, like her elder sister. But since the little Princess was nothing like her proper elder sister, the Queen’s manner of communication was often by shouting at the little one. A method which couldn’t work less on this child.

The little Princess, honestly, did not know what she was doing wrong. It seems that she was always asking the wrong questions like: “Mother, is it possible for two Princes to get married?” that sent the Queen into furies that would’ve made Hades pale in comparison. She never got the answer to that question by the way. And even when she was asking simpler questions, her “Why?” was often answered by a two-syllable word: “Because.”

Little by little, the Princess stopped asking questions.

She did, however, invent a trick to spend some time with her father. When he wasn’t busy overseeing the Kingdom, the King would sometimes go and look at his favourite hobby: horses. He never bought any because the Kingdom supplied him with good and strong steads, but nonetheless he liked to go around stables and take a look at them. So the little Princess feigned an interest in the creatures and started to learn about Horse Power and asked the King to take her with him. She thought it was funny to pretend to ride Harley, or Porsche or Ferrari, but what she really enjoyed was the idea that her father and herself shared something. Even if they weren’t speaking much, it was still something.

Back at the Castle though, the little Princess didn’t understand why every time she spoke she infuriated everybody. So little by little she started to believe that she was simply Mean, maybe she just wasn’t one of the Nice people. And as her father stated “People do not change.”

And since whatever she was going to do and say was going to hurt her mother, however she was going to act was going to win her despise from her brother, jealousy from her sister and incomprehension from her father, she decided that she was going to do whatever she pleased, because in any case she was already labelled as the Wild One.

Problem was, she had no idea of what she wanted to do, or be, or act like. Because no one ever answered her questions or dispensed of their life knowledge, she didn’t know anything about anything. The only thing she was sure of was how to piss people off.

One day, the Royal Family took a trip in the snowy mountains. But the little Princess hated the cold and the mountains, so she did what she did best, threw a massive tantrum. The King and Queen in response decided to take the two elders with them on the trip and sent the little one away at her Grandmother’s Royal Palace instead.

A harsh treatment you might think? A delight for the ‘Wild’ little Princess thirsty for knowledge and freedom…

To Be Continued…