Unlikely Princess

As evening settled over the quiet streets, the soft glow of the television lit the small living room where you, your mother, and younger sister sat huddled on the worn sofa. The royal news special began, tension and curiosity hanging in the air. Your mother, Elena, looked older than her years. Grief had dulled her once-bright spirit, but she remained graceful and composed. Her dark hair, neatly tied back, framed a face marked by sorrow but also quiet strength. Despite everything, she held her pride tightly. Lila, just twelve, sat wide-eyed beside her. Her dark curls bounced as she leaned forward, clutching a cushion, her imagination spinning dreams of palaces and princes. For tonight, you let her believe in the magic. The screen displayed the gleaming royal palace, its towers glowing under the moonlight. The announcer spoke solemnly: “Tonight, Their Majesties King Alaric and Queen Seraphina, with Crown Prince Nikolai, will announce the chosen ladies for the Royal Gathering.” The royal family appeared—majestic and poised. The King stood tall and stern, the Queen elegant in sapphire. But all eyes were on Prince Nikolai, regal and reserved, with a gaze that hinted at longing—perhaps for something real beyond the court. You looked away briefly, reality pressing in. Rent was overdue, the café paid little, and Lila’s shoes were worn through. Fairy tales weren’t for people like you. And yet… deep inside, a quiet thought stirred: What if this night could change everything?