A STORY OF A PRINCESS
THE moon hung in the sky, yellow and bright. In the little village of
Ameton, a story was told to girls of 16 in age for generations and
IN the 5th of January, snow cracked through the lax clouds, and as
softly, it hit the unawake street.
IN the carriage with the flame going, princess Jess sat quietly holding
the only souvenir from her empire father, a white jade bunny. Jess
desperately wanted to escape, but where on earth could she go besides the
castle she had lived for 16years? How could she live without her father?
And how could she smooth the upcoming war between the country of her father
and my bridegroom's? Tears, like boiling water poured over her cheek. Her
great- grandma's consoles recollect in her mind.
"POOR cat, don't blame your father for betroth you to a foreign country,
he has his burden that you can never feel. As an empire, he rules the
world, but in another way of saying it, the world also controls him. To
keep this country peace, your father can sacrifice anything, including you,
his beloved daughter.
THE old woman's eyes shone red.
"ALSO as a princes you are too, responsible for this country's peace."
THE woman wiped gently Jess's tears.
"BUT will that really help the war?" "And what if a war was fought between
the country of my husband and my father? Which side should I stand for?
"ANY of your choice between them will be right." She took a sip of tea and
waved for the servants to retreat.
"THEN I'll be split in half, how I'm suppose to manage that?" Jess looked
"POOR cat, but listen, when you grow more older you will learn that as a
woman you are responsible to serve not only your husband, also you children
and your parents, you are actually split in to many pieces but you just
can't give on for your self."
The old face shone in her mind and vanished.
PRINCESS Jess realized the horse was slowing down, a cold breeze shocked
the flame and with the coldness it died out.
"Princess, we are arriving, it's time to meet the king of Britainy. The
servant girl embraced her as she got down the carriage. On the white snow
where she landed her leather boots, she felt the welcome of the new land.
Every thing in her sight was so new and fresh now. With out looking back
she sat her footsteps bravely into the king's castle.
FIVE years later a war began. Before any blood of her beloved husband
and father was given in, she let herself die in front of the white jade