I was the Disney Princess nobody knew. They all knew Belle, Tiana, Rapunzel, Cinderella, Ariel, Aurora, Mulan, Jasmine, Snow White, yet nobody knew me.

I am Princess Adella and this is my story

"The ball is coming up and bạn must look fantastic" my aunt đã đưa ý kiến as I was standing up on a tall ghế đẩu, phân watching the maids get my measurements. "Why is this different from any other ball I've attended?" I asked. "Because, Prince Risstan will be there" she answered.

Prince Risstan, the one my aunt and uncle wanted me to marry. I would have to obey them, they are my guardians. Prince Risstan was a vain, proud prince with a huge appetite. Hardly a knight in shining armor.

My thick curly dark brown hair hung down my back. My blue eyes sparkled when I smiled. I looked like my dead father, but I inherited my mother's beauty.
My parents died in a carriage accident 10 years ago, I was only 6.
"Aunt, dont bạn think we can find another prince. Someone who wouldnt eat us out of the castle" I asked her.
"His appetite is no laughing matter. And no I am very sure he is the one for you" she answered. I sighed then stepped off of the stool. "What color for your gown, miss?" the tailor asked. "Well, I think a light green would look good" I answered. My aunt nodded agreement.
"Alright, I'll have it ready in time for the ball tonight" the tailor đã đưa ý kiến then took her fabrics and xe đẩy, giỏ hàng then left the room. "Put your dress back on then bạn are free do whatever bạn want" my aunt đã đưa ý kiến then left the room.

I put on my màu hồng, hồng silk dress over my corset and flannel underwear.

I walked through the huge lâu đài and walked into the library. The rows and rows of sách seemed waiting for me to read them. I walked into my yêu thích part of the library. The fantaisie section.

I picked up a book called 'The Hidden Prince'. The thư viện seemed magical when I was alone in it. The sách each had their own story and history.
"I thought bạn might come today" đã đưa ý kiến a voice behin me. I dropped the book, startled then turned around. There was my teacher, Sir Peter.

Sir Peter was a young man. Couldnt be thêm than 20. His blue eyes shone down on me. Sir Peter had a easy going attitude and he was always ready to teach something.

"Oh, yes. I was just looking for a book to read" I stammered. "Good. I trust bạn finished Thursday's lesson?" he answered then picked up the book I dropped. "Well, I really didnt understand it. bạn đã đưa ý kiến to write an essay on the Golden Age of our country. So, I looked it up and it đã đưa ý kiến their were two Golden Ages" I answered.
"Ah, yes the unusual history of our country, Koria" he said. I waited for him to continue but he didnt. "Anyway, lets just begin your lessons" he đã đưa ý kiến then led me to the desk.