5. Chapter 4 (1/2)

some one said i should writ more, have ore conflict, so that's what i'm going to do.

rpov

its been a week since i have been back, and i was getting the hang of this princess stuff. lissa is still my best friend, and dimitri asked me to marry him, and i said yes. lissa and i were just planning the wedding, well she was, i was just nodded and going with whatever she said.

"so i was thinking maybe a pink theme?" i wrinkled my nose up at her. i was not a pink kind of girl. i was a dark coloured kind of girl.

"what about a blue?" i suggested and she scribbled it down in her book. sigh.

"so you dress is going to be what?" i looked over at her and smiled.

"white." she smiled and wrote that down in her book. "i've been drawing some designs too." i handed lissa my scratchpad and she smiled

ightly.

"these are

illiant!" i smiled at her. there was a knock on my door.

"yes?" i called and a maid came into the room bowing to me.

"your mother and father would like to see you princess." i nodded and the maid walked out of the room, waiting behind the door. i got off my bed and my bear feet pattered along the marble. we came to the meeting room and i was told to sit. i sat by my parents. there was other people in the room. dimitri sat by me. he grabbed my hand and squeezed. i smiled over at him.

"your majesty," bowed the other people in the room. "we need a formal complaint, written in the hand of the young princess of what happened." i looked you at the man that was talking. he was a king. he had a queen and a young girl with them. the girl looked like tasha. (christian is no relation to tasha!). i bowed my head in shame. dimitri looked at me funny. paper and a quill came my way. i reached out with a shaky hand and dipped my quill into the ink in front of me. i bowed my head and looked at the page, willing my hand to write. the only word i got out was 'tasha', but it took my ten minutes to just write that, and it was like a five year olds writing. i kept my head bowed and wouldn't look up at anyone. tears were in my eyes.

"roza?" dimitri asked, quietly. he saw the page and took my chin in his hands forcing me to look at him. "you can't write, can you?" the tears blurred my vision now and one escaped as i shook my head.

"tasha never thought me how." my voice quivered.

"then how do you write letters to tasha!" demanded the other king in the room. "my daughter told me you wrote to her when you need supplies." ah so the king was tasha's father. i looked up at the man.

"i would draw, symbols." and i did. tasha never thought me how to write, so if we needed fruit, i would draw and apple orange and a banana. i bowed my head again.

"you cannot hold my daughter in your country without a statement of what she did! and if your princess can't do that, then i will e taking my daughter back to my care." i looked up at him then. i grabbed the paper, and did what i could do, i drew what tasha did to me.

i drew her taking me as a baby, to when i was ten and she mad me into her servant and finally what she would do to me if i disobeyed. and finally i drew something terrible. i drew a girl. about five. she had short hair. i drew myself in the corner, huddling in fear. i was only about three. i drew tasha with a knife and flaring eyes. tears fell from my eyes as i stopped and put down the quill, shacking from fear. dimitri held my hand and looked at the paper. he looked confused and the king grabbed the paper.