Chapter Four: A Princess To Be. (taken from pages 51-54 when princess is 12 years old)
**That night a twelve-year-old girl was sitting in her room, looking out the window up at the stars. She was contemplating some complex issues that she was only beginning to understand. On her windowsill was a simple red flower. It was that flower, cut off from a dahlia plant earlier in the day, which caused the turmoil in her mind she was trying to sort out. She was to be the future princess of the land, but it was not something she ever asked for, or even selfishly desired. It was a role she was born to play. But she wasn't sure if she wanted all of this. Why couldn't she just have a normal life, like every other girl her age? There were just too many things she was being taught and attitudes she was being pushed to develop, which she didn't agree with. It wasn't in her heart to be the type of person they expected her to be.
It all started this afternoon, when she was walking on the Castle Terrace with her private teacher Delia, someone she had grown up spending a lot of time with. She loved Aunt Delia and appreciated all of the ways in which Delia was there for her through the years. Delia was giving Princess Stasia one of her weekly tests, at first in the Royal Gardens, and then out on the Caste Terrace. This week's test involved identifying and understanding the plant life and flowers of Astoria, something Stasia was well prepared for, because she always took her lessons seriously. The problem came when Stasia stopped her exam briefly to walk over to a peasant girl who was hard at work. Stasia asked the peasant girl to cut off the flower now sitting on her windowsill. That was it. It shouldn't have been a big deal, right? That's what Stasia thought anyway, as she continued looking out her window. Distracting her for a moment, a shooting star appeared and streaked across the night sky. After the trail of light disappeared, her mind returned to the mistake she made today, at least according to her uncle. Her Uncle Chadwick, who was Delia's husband, and served as Chief Royal Knight, was outside on the Castle Terrace briefly at the same time as Stasia. He was talking to the four royal guards about security for tomorrow's special event, when he observed the conversation which transpired between Stasia and the peasant girl. When Stasia walked back into the castle from the terrace a short time later, Chadwick was there waiting for her. He excused Delia and took Stasia into the Castle Library, saying there was something important he needed to talk with her about.
That's when he said some really hurtful things to her. Stasia reflected back on part of the conversation. Chadwick scolded her, "Have you ever once seen your father, the king, speaking to a peasant boy begging on the streets? Have you ever once seen your mother, the queen, speaking to a filthy girl working in rags? No, you haven't. And do you know why? The royal family does not interact with common peasants. No king, no queen, no prince, or no princess who has ever sat on this throne has ever been known to even speak with such a lower class citizen. That's what the Code of Honor scroll is all about." Chadwick was clearly irate and meant what he was saying. He then walked over to one of the shelves on the library and pulled down the most recent volume of the Royal History Pages. He brought it over to where Stasia was standing and threw it down on the table next to her. He continued with a nicer tone, saying, "Stasia, I'm only doing this for you because I love you. This might be hard to accept, but someday you'll appreciate what I'm saying. If we open up the door even a crack for the lower class people, they'll want to barge all the way through. What I want you to do for the rest of today and tonight, is to read through this book. As you do, think about how the leaders who came before you dealt with the common people. Learn from them, and strive to be like them in everything you do." As he finished up his speech, Chadwick walked out of the library. A moment later he reappeared at the door and added, "And Stasia, make sure you read it. I'm going to have Delia check in with you to make sure it's been read by Monday."
Stasia looked over from her seat by the window at the Royal History Pages, which was opened up and resting on her bed. To be completely honest, she didn't really like what she was reading. She found it interesting to learn about some of her ancestors, those who ruled before her. But Chadwick was right. They didn't much care for common people, at times even using them for slave labor in building projects across the land. She also read about how commoners received no rights in a court of law, no ability to own property, and were not permitted to have an audience with the king. Of course, she had been down this road before, having discussions about commoners with both her mother and father. Essentially, they agreed with Chadwick's view of matters. Her father did tell her one interesting story, about how when she was only a baby, he extended compassion towards one peasant family in a nearby village. It was only because the rebels kidnapped their son, and he didn't want any more trouble in the village, which was located so close to the castle.
Stasia felt confused thinking about all of these things. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to figure it all out tonight, so she decided to go to bed. She closed the shutters over her window and moved the book off her bed. Climbing under the covers, she drifted off to sleep, not feeling the least bit sorry about what she had done.
Her sleep was not very pleasant that night. Mixed in with other dreams she couldn't remember, was one she could. Although it seemed more like a nightmare to her. In her dream, she turned sixteen years old and was being coronated as the new princess in the Grand Ballroom. It was a great moment. There were people everywhere all around her, congratulating her and celebrating. But then she saw the peasant girl from earlier in the day walking up to her, holding another red flower. Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion, as people were moving to one side or the other, getting out of her way. They were scared of her. They didn't want to be touched by her. The peasant girl finally made it to the stage and reached out to give her the flower. Stasia, wearing her new crown, reached down to take it from her. Before she could, the crowd who initially gathered for her coronation turned into an angry mob. They surrounded the peasant girl, picked her up, and threw her out of the castle. "No! Stop! No!" Stasia found herself saying aloud as she woke up.**