The world began to disappear more and more in the white light. Like it and everything from the colors, the sounds, and the ideas were all being replaced. And in time, the light began to be erased as well until only darkness was left alone.

She woke up with a jolt going through her body. Her heart raced rapidly, the heartbeats echoing inside her ears caused her to almost missed how loud she was panting for air during her panic. Her light-green eyes wide from the shock as the memory of her nearly meeting her death drifted away into her subconscious as quickly as it came within the dream.

'It was that dream again.' She thought to herself as she tried to get her body to calm down by controlling her breathing to slow down and take longer inhales. Looking down, she could see that she was gripping the bedsheets with such force that she never knew she had. Feeling her nails piercing the fabric and leaving a mark on her healthy peach skin. She could also some water drips on the sheets indication that the tears and sweat she felt on her face was that intense. Pulling the silk sheets off of her, she slips leg slender legs off the bed and begins to walk over the small private washroom that only connected to her room. With a wet towel, she quickly wipes all the liquids off her face. By now, her body calmed down from such a dream. But then comes the problem of struggling to even remember exactly what caused her to feel such an experience. Just vaguely remember some evil king.

A knock at her bedroom door disrupts her though. Stepping out of her washroom, she hears a voice on the other side.

"Princess Yasuline, are you awake?"

"Yes, yes I am." She replied. She quickly heads into the washroom to look in the mirror and scan to see any wild cowlicks in her pink hair. The coloring coming mainly from her mother's side of the family, Noria Lights.

The doorknob rumbles a bit, the sound of a key being used is heard, and the door opens up. A woman enters wearing a pink and white uniform of sorts that is inspired by the traditional maid outfit seem at a noble's home.

"Oh, so you are. Thought you were talking in your sleep again. It is very surprising to see you this early in the morning, princess." And it was true. On most days, Yasuline would sleep in until her stomach got the better of her.

"Yeah, well, today is a special day, so I think I needed to start early." She reasoned, hiding the truth as she feels no threat from it to cause weary.

"Hmm, that is true. I didn't think you would consider today to be important enough to wake up for, I mean, you slept in on your own birthday. Anyways, you might want to head to the dining room before your parents are finished with breakfast."

Hearing that she might make it in time, Yasuline excitedly rushes toward her closet, removing his nightgown along the way and letting it fall onto the floor. Of course, the maid did her duty and picked it up after her. Not that she minded.

The Princess's wardrobe mainly consists of dresses, with only a few being the kind that she actually enjoys to wear. When not assigned a specially picked outfit by her mother or the head maid, she would take one of the one-piece dresses that over the years has been collected for her to wear in replacement of her more decorative dresses. But seeing as today was a special day for her, she felt obligated to dress how she is expected to and felt kind enough to even consider what kind of dress she should wear for the day.

"Oh my, you sure are serious about this if you're choosing over your casual clothes." The main would reply with an over surprising tone. but Yasuline would overlook it as she looks through her choices.

Colors in all variety, but the majority were in the colors of pink and white. Perfectly matching her short pink hair that she once struggled to keep up with. But after one cutting it in annoyance, preferred it short like this. She leaves the tiara that she is normally supposed to wear, but over the years of her roughhousing, she has adjusted to simply not wearing it and leaves it in her room as a form of decoration. Or until her mother insists she wears it. has The tip of her hair would brush against her shoulders. Her light green eyes glistened in the light, a perfect addition to her overall cute and youthful appearance. Her parents often debated where her charms came from, her father, or her mother. Despite her hair color coming from her father and her eye color being her mother's.

"Are you going to gawk at yourself all morning? You might just be on time to miss them like you always do." The maiden would snarkily comment as she was still standing by the door, expecting her to have already been done.

"Yes yes, I am ready to go. Today is one of the most important days in my life after all, and I don't want to look bad for it at any moment!" She would excuse her slow mind as she smiles brightly at herself and excitedly heads to the bedroom door.