✖ Soquira Annette Valisari
✖ I wish I had a nickname.
✖ December 5, 0020ka. (Eighteen)
✖ Likes ✖
○ Spicy foods
○ Tea
○ Water
○ Cold weather
○ Rain
○ Adventures
○ Cute things.
○ Crocodiles <3
✖ Dislikes ✖
○ Laziness.
○ The heat.
○ Hunger.
○ Weakness
○ Mushrooms.
○ Sitting still period.
○ Seafood
✖ Fears ✖
○ Earthquakes.
○ Failure
○ Losing my loved ones.
○ Spiders
✖ Information ✖
It's common knowledge that it's nearly every little girl's dream to find out that she's actually a princess, get swept off of her feet by a prince on a white horse, and live in some magical kingdom. For the past eighteen and a half years, I've been living that dream, just it's not quite the way one would imagine it to be. I've been a princess since birth, but there hasn't been a dreamy prince, my kingdom isn't the most magical place in the world, and there
are rules. Far too many for my liking as a matter of a fact. But before I tell you about my life now, let's rewind a bit.
Eighteen years ago, it's the fifth night of December, the air is cold and a light snow has just begun to fall in the capital city of S'Vell, Milan. The queen is in labor and she has been for the past two hours. The room is empty except for the queen and her midwife, (in this county men are not allowed to be in the birthing rooms) she sits in a tub full of warm water. Children are routinely born in water here - it is believed to be far healthier than a hospital birth - and the newest member of the royal family is due to arrive at any moment. Minutes seem like hours to the queen but to the midwife time is flying by. She has done this countless times before and knows the signs.
Then that moment finally arrives. It's a little girl - the little girl that the queen has always wanted. She is given to the queen immediately and the king is allowed into the room, followed by a little boy, the prince. The trio fawns over the infant who has already fallen asleep. But still, despite this moment something is amiss. "What shall we call her?" The king wonders aloud. The queen bites her lip as she gazes down before looking to her son. He is young but he is wise beyond his years and she asks gently, "what do you think we should call her?" The boy is delighted to be included in the decision.
"Soquira."
The S'Vellian word for snowflake. The king and queen agree that this is a lovely name for the princess - after all, she has arrived with the first snow of the year. The time of birth is taken down by a birth assistant but the family is too happy to truly care at this moment. 8:53pm. The public celebrates as the birth is announced at 8:57pm.
Fastforward two years. I am sitting in my chair at the dinner table, the maid is feeding me and my brother is picking at his food. Mommy and daddy are arguing. I don't like it when they argue. We can only catch bits and pieces of their words. The S'Vellian tongue is sharp, fast, like most romance languages, this language is actually closer to Italian than any other. Mommy storms into the room and tells the maid that she will continue feeding me and to begin packing for my daddy. I can't understand why this is happening or what is happening for that matter. Mommy is crying now - I hate it when she cries and I put a hand to her cheek. She forces a smile and tells me that everything will be okay.
"Sit still Soquira!" My tutor is irritated with me now. But I am only six years old - how can I be expected to sit still for so long? The piano in front of me holds no appeal whatsoever. I would much rather be outside playing with the other children, even if it is far from ladylike. One day.
I am ten years old now and sit in the garden. There is a butterfly sitting on my knee and I am careful not scare him away. He's so pretty - a brillitant cerulean blue that I've never before. As I hear footsteps coming closer to me, I allow a sigh to escape my lips. The feast is less than an hour away and I haven't even changed. I really hate these events but I know I can't avoid them forever. After all, it's a princess' duty to greet her guests... no matter how much she hates crowds.
Twelve years old and another princess has come to stay. She is from another country, Lutz, or so I am told. Her family isn't as rich as mine and she taunts me often - particularly because I am so small and I'm terribly clumsy and accident-prone. I'm much too shy to try and argue with her now so instead I brush it off. A person can only take so much though and finally, I snap during our ballet lesson. I tackle her to the ground. The ballet instructor and the other girls try to wrestle us from eachother. She has torn our chunks of my hair but I feel content with the black eye forming on her face. My parents are not as pleased.
I am fourteen years old now and everything a princess should be. I have only one friend but am on my way to making more. I'm determined. My father tells me that I am too stubborn for my own good but he compliments my positive traits as well. I'm friendly now, nowhere near as shy as I used to be. I'm bubbly, vivacious, and charm everyone that I meet. If only I could work on my patience. My mother chimes in. "And her temper is dreadful - always crying at the drop of the hat." My nanny is sure to add. I make note of the flaws and wish they knew that they were only adding to my insecurities. Yes, the life of a princess may be fabulous at times but it is difficult as well. A princess must be perfect and I'm nowhere near there.
As my sixteenth birthday nears, my secret is finally uncovered. I thought I had learned how to cover my tracks. For years now I have been sneaking away from the palace, especially at night and exploring where I can. This time however I have run into trouble - thieves who take the jewelry from my bare skin. While I may have managed to escape them, there is no sneaking past my mother who is waiting at the front entrance.
"She'll never be responisble enough." She tells my father, a look of disappointment on her face and she ushers me off to bed, but not before sending a guardian to sit in my room with me.
I am seventeen years old now and this birthday has been spectacular. The party is large and I have met so many new people. I have no doubt in my mind that my mother is trying to encourage me to find a suitable husband - I know she hates the idea of an arranging marriage but will if all else fails. No S'Vellian female of royal blood has made it past twenty as an umarried woman - it simply isn't appropiate in the day and age.
As the party ends, my parents lead me aside to a spare room where the priestess who normally officiates religious ceremonies waits. They tell me that now that I have come of age, my destiny is to be fulfilled. I laugh at first - they've never even let me leave the palace alone - what could I do that is so important? But as I listen, I learn.
As of my eighteenth birthday, it will become my duty to guard the Setari Crystal. The priestess insists that it stays hidden away in it's current place but if it should ever be endangered, I will take over. I am dismissed then but wait outside the door to eavesdop. I know there is more to the story - there always is. I could see it in my parent's faces.
The priestess explains that a bonding process has already taken place - it took place the moment I turned sixteen - and it has happened to each princess at that age. The Setari Crystal has always been guarded by women after all - they are considered to be purer than men. I cover my mouth in disbelief as she says her next line. "If the crystal should shatter, the princess
will die." She goes on to explain the bonding process is the incentive that allows the crystal to remain safe. As the crystal draws it's power from it's guardian, the guardian is weakened greatly with each use until finally the crystal shatters at the end of it's life. I hear my mother insist that the process is undone but the priestess tells her that is impossible.
I am eighteen years old now and eager to prove my indepedence. I'm not just a princess but a person to. I don't need someone there to feed me with a spoon and have two legs of my own. I sneak out often and my parents have finally appointed a Guardian for me - but not even he can keep up with me all the time. I am considered childish in comparison to the other princess but in reality, I just enjoy having fun.
✖ S'Vellian Princess ✖
✖ My Skills ✖
I've always held quite the affinity for elemental magic - particularly of the water and winter variety. Also, despite my small size (I'm only 5'1!) I am quite the athlete, running is my specially, and I'm not so bad in terms of hand-to-hand combat.
✖ Meet the Team ✖
S'Vell, I've never been to keen on Kirios anyway.
✖ Home, Sweet, Home ✖
S'Vell
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