When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was turn over and look out my window. I saw its golden frame with gorgeous patterns of hearts and stars carved into it. I smiled as I saw the wonderful view of the village below and the shiny cobblestone streets. Cobblestone streets that would never be found in New York. I admired the golden frame that couldn’t possibly be seen in my dull bedroom in our apartment complex. What the heck? I thought as I sat up and looked around me. I was covered in a soft, baby pink blanket made of silk with top tier embroidery. The bed I was laying in was a king-sized canopy bed, with lace curtains the same shade of pink as the blanket. I looked upwards to see a mural on the ceiling, depicting what seemed to be a royal coronation of a red-haired girl, painted by the best artist wherever I was. “W-where am I?” I whispered, clutching the blanket to my chest, and looking around the room the size of my apartment. Suddenly I heard a creak coming from the near-ceiling high door on the right side of the room. I watched as a short girl with dark, curly hair and tan skin walked in. She was wearing clothes that looked like the dresses Cinderella wore when she was a maid. “Good morning Princess Madelyn, how are you doing this morning?” She said in a sweet, cinnamon sugar voice. “What did you call me?” I asked, eyes wide. She tilted her head to the side, “Princess Madelyn, your highness. Why would I call you anything else?” I surveyed the room once more, this was a castle. I let go of the blanket I was clutching and brushed it off my legs. I looked upwards and analyzed the mural once more. The red-haired girl was me. The same pale skin, blue eyes, and the same 7 freckles on her nose. I stood up, legs shaking uncontrollably. “Oh my gosh.” I let out an unsteady breath, “This cannot be happening. It just- how?” I started pacing back and forth around the room, until I was interrupted by the girl who entered mere minutes before. “Your highness, is everything okay? You seem different.” She asked, walking towards me. “I’m not okay,” I whispered, putting my head in my hands. The girl frowned, “Really, I’m sorry to hear that. What do you need to make you feel better? Tea? Milk? Breakfast? I can also draw a warm bath-” “I don’t need any of that,” I said quickly, “Can you just tell me where I am?” Her eyebrows knit together, “This is Sandrium, you’ve been the princess of it ever since you were born, how do you not remember?” “I’m, I- I didn’t get much sleep last night, my memories are a little foggy, is all.” I said, biting my lip. “Well, alright then your highness. I’m just glad I could jog your memory. Are you sure you don’t need anything before I dress you for your meeting?” She asked calmly. I didn’t know what to ask, it’s like all my mind was a blur, and even though I knew that important things had happened the night before, it was all a fever dream. “I- uh, can you just tell me what's going on?” I asked, putting on my best angel smile. Her mouth opened in shock, “Your memory must be a little foggier than I thought your highness, because surely you would remember that your wedding is tomorrow?”
