The princess was born to her parents on June the 24th, this was declared a day of national celebration, as the king and queen had been trying for a child for many, many years before her birth, she was named Lucinda Marie Bróse, a happy child with a bubbling laugh, rosy cheeks and could have whatever her heart desired. Her parents were indulgent, giving the child a lavish sleeping area next to their own room. Her hair was bright and soft, like spun gold, it hung in tight ringlets around her shoulders, she had the same eyes as her mother, wide and chocolate brown, she was a most attractive child with a sweet temperament.
As she grew, her blonde ringlets extended down her back as the queen thought a shame to cut it, her deep chocolate brown eyes shone and she smiled so often the dimples in her soft pink cheeks appeared permanent. At this stage of her life she was as all girls are, rather vain, and madly in love with ruffles, lace, silk and pink, so the staff members named her Lacey, as Lucinda didn’t suit her personality at all, the name stuck, her parents accepting it was the perfect match for the little princess.
Once she began her schooling, it became apparent of how incredibly bright she was. She had an intuitive spark about her, making her the apple of all the lecturer’s and teacher’s eyes, languages flowed easily from her tongue, and maths solved quickly in her head, in art she excelled, but her work was not quite what the tutor wanted, they were much to fabricated for the practical woman’s liking.
As she was in her teenage years, she was still called Lacey, although the silk, lacy pinks of her youth were rarely donned on her lithe frame, she had finished schooling, although she still loved to read books, preferring this to sewing as she could not even do a simple stitch. She had taken up riding horses; occasionally she would watch her rambunctious red-headed sister Anna-rose, who she felt no attachment to what-so-ever which she felt, was an odd thing. She started noticing how unlike her parents she was, she had her mother’s eyes, but the rest of her held no resemblance to the king and queen, or her baby sister, they all had wider shoulders, shorter stature and wild red hair, along with these realisations came sudden doubts about who she was, and why sometimes she could do things, she shouldn’t be able to do, the worry pressed on her, although she never voiced her fears aloud.
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