[center][h1][color=powderblue]Her Highness, Princess Amalia[/color][/h1][/center]

The eldest princess walked down the beautiful marble hallways of her home, the castle, with a smile plastered on her face. A beautiful red, gold and brown [url=http://www.9play.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/top-trang-phuc-da-hoi-long-lanh-ngoi-sao-thoi-trang-9.jpg]dress[/url] adorned her lithe body. Her golden blonde hair was swept up in a complicated but delicate french braid. She wouldn't be the first to admit that she looked lovely. Actually, many had complimented her on her looks today, but whether it was because of her status as a princess or that she truly was beautiful was a mystery to her. But she [i]would[/i] be the first to admit that it was a daring choice. The neckline went down almost to where it was unacceptable, and the sleeves were a [i]little[/i] bit short. But she was pretty sure she was being paranoid. 

When Amalia saw her mother, she slowed her pace to meet that of the queen's, giving her a light smile. [color=powderblue]"Good morning mother. Would you like to join me for breakfast?"[/color] she said, posing a fairly simple question. But just as she said this, Harold came barreling down the hallways. She grinned at him and leaned down, kissing his little head. [color=powderblue]"Well, good morning to you too, baby brother."[/color] she said with a wild grin. When seeing the egg crumbs on his face, she laughed cheerily. [color=powderblue]Now what mischief have you been getting into at this hour?"[/color] she asked, a grin on her face. She then leaned down and ruffled his hair.