``Environment Not Fit For a Princess [OPEN]

[Pearl Alexander]

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Apparently, sending one of the princesses to the island would be good publicity and bring up morale, and Pearl, being the wonderful daughter she was, was first to volunteer. She wouldn’t be making speeches or even walk among the people, but she’d be traveling through, which she thought was enough to let people know she was there. There’d be lots of crowds following her carriage anyway. After all, who would miss a chance to catch a glimpse of the beautiful and royal Pearl Alexander? These people probably had never seen a scrap of civilization in their entire lives, so she’d be glad to show them…as long as they kept their distance.

However, despite not wanting to have anyone come too close, it was getting rather dull just sitting in the carriage with one of her servants and two guards as it bumped steadily on the rutted path. That was the first thing she’d tell her father: they needed better roads. How could she be expected to relax when her teeth were being knocked against each other? It was a most unbecoming position to be in. Not to mention both the guards reeked of some…man scent and she hadn’t brought any of the perfumes she had got from France with her to change that, and the servant that had been chosen to go with her had a rather large mole on the tip of her nose that Pearl could not bear to look at. This was not ideal, and she was princess, so anything less than ideal was not to be tolerated.

So she sighed a soft, dainty sigh and, to her own disgust for the sake of her voice, shouted, “Stop!” loud enough so that the man driving the carriage would hear her. Thankfully he did, and it did stop, otherwise she would have had to throw a little fit. Instead, one of the coachmen opened the door and asked her what the matter was. She replied with a need for fresh air and light exercise and, as usual, was helped out. She took a short, huffy little breath and proceeded to walk aways from the carriage, but close enough to be seen, surveying the dreary landscape around her with mild disgust and mild interest. Well, it was better than that stuffy carriage…