Sara awoke the next day in bliss, her unkempt almost stringy strawberry blonde hair was in knots. Her eyes that were green, were currently red and glazed over.
Sara gets up and lites a blunt, enjoying the high but is interrupted by her grand bedroom door being slammed open and in walked Geoff, one of the houses many butlers but was usually tasked, by her father the king, with watching her.
"Princess Sara, put that out and get dressed. Your father is expecting you downstairs." He said and left the girl to herself. After Sara finished her smoke she got out of bed and threw on the first things she could get: a pair of ripped jeans and a fitted blue plaid shirt (sleeves rolled to her elbows) over a plain white t shirt with red Nike shoes.
As Sara descends the grand staircase to the main floor she sees her father sitting at the head of their large dining table. "So...like where's mom?" She asks, her voice kind of cracky.
"She's out. Do you know what time it is?" Her father replied. The slightly dazed princess slowed her steps as she answered his question,
"Uh.......like early?"
"Its two on the afternoon" he said flustered by his daughters usual doped out demener.
"Oh........cool" she responded dumbly while she sat down in the chair closest to the man, kicking her feet up on the table.
"So where's breakfast?.....I'm starving, man" Sara asked, looking back and forth.
"Sara, if you wanted breakfast then you should have been down here earlier. Not up in your room, baked out of your mind." He responded coldly
Sara's father, king Warren, was the ruler of the "west kingdom" or Isendül as its known naw a days. The grand country is located where the east coast of North America is in our world, in this one: America and South America don't exist. It used to be called the west kingdom because Isendül's founders originated from Britain, but the west doesn't have British accents like in our world.
Another difference in this world is that the Native Americans were never forced off their land and control most of the western part of America.
"S-so where's mom?" The princess asked again as if she didn't get an answer the first time.
"Uhh...she's out right now, that's all you need to know" he sternly responds.
Her father is in his mid 40s with light brown hair with eyes to match.
Then the grand front doors were opened and in walked in her aunt Veronica, whom she and Sara shared a rivalry.
"Oh great this should be good" the junkie princess thought to herself.