A shrill cry of terror ecoed through the hallways. A girl ran into a darkened room and locked the steel door behind her. She panted furriously and leaned against the cool, metalic frame, frightened as ever. Her heart pounding in her chest, she got away from the opening to the room and crawled under the bed. She noticed a dead spider laying next to her. The girl shuddered and grasped the pistol in her hands tightly. She held in a scream as the door began to shake and be rattled violently. "YOU LET ME IN THIS SECOND, MINA!!" Hot tears ran down Mina's face as she listened to the pounding and thrashing on the door. Then, all at once, it stopped... Mina looked up, then to the side. There he was in all of his frightening "glory", breathing his hot, fowl breath upon her with an evil grin on his scarred face. How he had gotten there was a mystery... He held up a shiny, sharp knife that glinted in the pale moonlight that flooded through the wooden-paved, slightly tinted window. Another shrill scream emmited from Mina's lungs, but it was cut short by a fatal slash across her throat. Mina coughed out blood, and at the same time it seeped through her pale pink p.j's. Darkness surrounded her. Now she was eshrouded in it. It was all just a black curtain of fear and horror that was her father.... Memories, and horible dreams such as this told of how frightened she was of him. when he was alive.
Mina awoke in a cold sweat, screaming. Her green eyes wide, she looked around her cold, stone room. The vanity showed her reflection as she looked around, frightened. ".. No.. Not again..." She ran a hand through the straight blonde hair that set on her head. Sighing, she rested her hand over her chest, which her heart was still pounding against. Her brother rushed in. "Princess Mina!" He exclaimed with a heavy british accent. He had his royal robe on with the family crest, since he was, of course, the king now that his father had passed. Mina looked at him, sighing. "... It happened again, King Fredrick..." Her timid, feminine, heavy accented voice shook as she spoke. The King wrapped his strong arms around her small, trembling figure and held her closely against him. "Hush, little sister, don't say a word. Brother's gonna keep the bad dreams away..." His warmth and lullaby comforted her, and the Princess soon found herself lulled, drawn into the dark abyss that was sleep.
Early the next morning, Princess Mina awoke from her half-peaceful slumber to the sweet sound of birds singing their alarm-clock-like songs. Not to mention the warm rays of sunlight that gently stroked her pale face. Her green eyes sparkled a bit; she had made it through yet another terrifying night. Stepping gracefully out of bed and into her soft, fluffy pink slippers, Mina headed down the dark, stone hallway and down the stone stairs to where her servents had cooked her breakfast. Jack, one of her servents, pulled out a chair for her. She thanked him, smiling, and was greeted by eggs, bacon and other such breakfast items. She ate what she could, which wasn't very much concidering she was a very thin and attractive girl, and yawned politely. "Jenna, it was exquisite. Thank you for the wonderful breakfast." The Princess smled warmly at her servants as they cleared the dished and washed them with care. Standing, Princess Mina walked back p to her quarters and changed into her daily attire.
No more than twenty minutes later, Mina stepped out of her room in a blue satin gown with an embroidered symbol of her familie's crest, which was a gray dragon with one blue eye. Her dress was a little low-cut, but it was hardly offending. It was a long, beautiful dress, definetly fit for a radient princess such as herself. Her shoes were blue as well, comfortable, but still looking beautiful, nonetheless. A long bow was tied around her small, frail waist, this was pink, and soft as a baby's skin. Her hair was tied up in a patterned red ribbon, and her golden bangs reached down past her eyes to her model-like cheekbones. Of course, the bangs would never cover her exuberant portals that were her sparkling eyes, but that one increased her immense beauty.
Mina strolled out of her, rather large, family castle, over to the stables. She was out to ride her horse, Chestnut. A beautiful black stallion he was. His mane was take hace of every day, his coat ws a healthy, shiney color. He was well-fed, but not at all fat; nothing close to it. He was a very strong horse that could hold up to 300 pounds, but he would never ave to worry about that, for Mina was only a simple 103 pounds and 5'6, not including her high-heels.
'I can forget about father by riding Chestnut.. He has never failed me before on taking that horrible man from my thoughts...' Mina's thoughts raced almost as fast as her horse. Together, they looked like a black-and-blue blur speeding across the grassy plains. The grass was beautiful, a healthy color green, with irises and violets, roses and carnations of all different colors. Only the most beautiful garden for a princess to ride her horse in. This was the daily life of Princess Mina Baggot I, sister to the King, King Fredrick Baggot II.
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