The Creative Princess

Somewhere far, far away lay a small kingdom. At the edge of the kingdom there was a round hill, and on top of the hill stood a tall castle. From the top window in the castle’s highest tower, a girl was looking down with a gloomy face. The girl was Princess Camilla, and right now, she was not in a very good mood. She was watching her three sisters as they walked happily together in the courtyard, and she felt like crying.

Camilla was the youngest of four girls. The older girls were friends with each other, but there was a big gap in age between them and Camilla, who never felt she fit in with them. She was always just their “silly little sister”. Even now that she was grown up, they still preferred to go out without her.

Her grown up sisters had all come back to the castle because the king was to hold the annual castle ball. It was going to be a huge celebration, which everyone who was anyone would attend. But Camilla hadn’t been invited. Everyone said she was too immature, too wild, too childish. Every time she thought about it, she sighed deeply.

Perhaps she was a bit wild, yes. Camilla, or Milly, as she liked to be known, had always liked singing, laughing and joking about. But she had received the same upbringing as her sisters. She knew how to use cutlery properly, when to stand up, when to keep quiet, and when not to laugh. She could dance and hold a conversation. So why didn’t anyone believe that she could behave properly?

The young princess gazed out of the window for a while longer, but she felt very sad. So she went back to her…