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Chapter 1: Prologue
I was the pride of the family, the perfect daughter. How they were wrong.
A pureblooded lady must live her life to please others.
That was the number one rule for me. Every day my father would bore that notion into my head until I got headaches.
I acted like I was strong, like all I believed in was this rule, and that nothing else mattered to me but the wellbeing of the pureblood line.
But I wasn’t, and I didn’t.
I was weak.
Though I couldn’t let that show. I must be the perfect pureblood. I must not show any emotion other than distain to those less worthy than us. I must fawn over suitable candidates for marriage. I must act proper in public, and my appearance must always be perfect.
Every day I wished that I could laugh, and hug someone. I wished that I could fall in love with young men more than once. I wished that I could sit down on the grass and cross my legs, or dance in the rain, and I wished that for once I could go out with my hair in a mess or my uniform on askew.
But I couldn’t.
Because then I wouldn’t be the perfect pureblood daughter that every girl in a pure blood line would look up to, that all the young men wanted to claim as their own. I wouldn’t be free from the harshness of life.
I am protected from the pains that everyone else feels. Instead I am given pains that only few can really recognise.
I wish that I wasn’t pureblooded, but I am.
I wish that I wasn’t as weak as to accept the life I was born into, but I am.
I wish that I wasn’t slowly falling in love with the one person that I can never have.
But I am.
People don’t see how much I wish I could trade places with them. To live a life where I can be a normal teenage girl and not have to worry about my parents rebuking me, or ruining my future from making the tiniest mistake. That is what I truly dream about.
I’m sure if you were to look into my deep, cold eyes, you would eventually see some emotion running through them. But even then there wouldn’t be much there.
I have been created by a man, a woman, a world, so harsh and confusing that there’s not much left of me at all. When people look at me, they see a beautiful girl who is perfect in the way she acts, talks, and looks. When I look in the mirror I see a robot.
And I am sure that this robot will soon destruct itself.
I am sure of it.
Though it is the one thing that I want to happen most in this world, it is the biggest thing that I fear.
To be independent and not have to worry about anything. To live a carefree life. How sweet it must be, and yet the journey that I would have to make to reach that place in life…
Is it worth the risk?
I will continue living this life that I was born into, until I self-destruct.
This is my life, the life of a pureblooded princess with the world at her knees.
This is the story of me, Orianne Cristiana Ryanne.
Authors Notes: Hey guys. This is a new story from me. I don't think yo would have gotten much out of this chapter, but the next one will contain a lot more information and be a lot more longer. Thanks for reading.