Little Maiden

Elynn Ong Jia Wen (S3 Manchester) 2018147

        Beyond the bricked castle walls and the overgrown hedges, a little maiden was panting heavily, having advanced at a rapid pace to avoid her father’s notice. 

        She ceased her footsteps upon arriving at a primrose wall, disguised with thorns, that kept away any living entities, except the one standing before it at this very moment. Counting her steps she felt the tiny opening among the rigid wall and widened it with her hands. 

        “At last,” she breathed out. 

        The wall gave way to luscious plantations and emerald green pastures. Her eyes were greeted with vibrant rays of light and her nose gladly welcomed the faint yet lovely smell of sweet lavender. The melodic notes of chirping birds danced into her ears as she stood fascinated by the scenery. 

        It was a place of escape, for it offered the royal little maiden a chance to gasp for air, having always lived underwater. Back in her familiar quarters she had to envelope her feelings and child-like needs, as told by her father. Being born into royalty was not exactly what she planned, upholding her father’s constitution did not serve as her purpose to live, becoming the ruler of this vast kingdom only satisfied the desires of the higher-ups, though she had all her 18 years of life adhered to the King's orders. 

        Moments passed before the little maiden noticed the sky turning crimson, swiftly she gathered her thoughts scattered about around her and embarked on her journey back to the castle, reluctance gradually engulfing her hazel orbs. 

        “My oh my! Where have you been my dear princess? And why is it that you have a thorn in your newly sewed dress!” The butler, in his forever stout poise exclaimed with concern scribbled upon his wrinkled face.

        “Shh, it’s a secret!” She replied. ■