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sofia’s not the kind of girl to share anything. luckily, she was an only child (the only daughter much to her father’s initial disappointment, he had been looking for a male heir like most men did) and she certainly became the pride and joy of her parents’ eyes. she was blessed in the aspect that she had been born into the royal life - a princess eventually governed to rule a whole kingdom. in the meantime, she’s been handed down everything her little heart desires - another perk of being a princess - all of it being for herself. although lonely, she was content with being locked away in the castle with her beautiful possessions. but that was all about to change thanks to the arrival of a certain princess from a neighboring kingdom, the girl now forced to stay here as a way to hide under the guise of being one of sofia’s royal handmaidens. she had nearly been assassinated and her life was in danger, sofia understood that, but she still didn’t understand why she had to stay here. especially since princess amara quickly grew to become a thorn in her very side. they were both equally alike, causing for the two to bump heads every chance they got.
it was all a part of the game sofia liked to play, deciding to make the most of amara’s company simply by tormenting her and getting under her skin. the princess’ arrival made sofia no longer feel so alone, a fact she somewhat enjoyed. and so that was what she was off to do, deciding to pay amara a visit in an effort to spice up her rather drab day. her feet are killing her from having walked around all day, following behind her father as he began to talk to her about possibly choosing a suitor. as if she’d ever want to do that. she’s already been dolled up and used by her father for her entire life, she was about to let another man do that to her. no matter if he were going to be a king or not. the way sofia thought, she might as well have been a king herself.
with a knock at amara’s door, she opened it abruptly - catching the woman finishing with putting on her dress. “i’m not interrupting anything, am i?” she inquired rather unabashedly, not even waiting for a response before barging into the room. “i wanted to see how you were doing, just wondering if you’re settling into servant life well. i know it must be hard not having your pathetic group of followers to help you. you’re utterly alone,” sofia continued as she walked around the room, her tone sweet in contrast to her words. “you really should learn to try and play nice. you’re in my castle now and just because you’re playing the part of a handmaiden, doesn’t mean i won’t use you like one while you’re here. god knows i have several chores in mind just for you.” the princess is most definitely rotten to her very core, her heart turned black due to years of loneliness - her only companions being diamonds, dresses, and crowns that have slowly begun to rust. amara’s the most fun she’s had in forever. plopping down on the princess’ bed, her gaze never leaves the other as she relaxes. “it doesn’t look bad on you,” sofia then remarked, it being the closest thing to a compliment, “servant clothes suit you quite well.”