Author's Note: so I haven't written anything like this on here for awhile, and after having listened to Kamelot's album "Karma", I realized that some of the songs would fit the characters. I decided to write a couple of these small ファン fictions. The first one I've done is about Stella, and the song that I'm using is "Mirror, Mirror" which is the first in a trilogy. Yes, this song has allusions to Elizabeth Bathory, that's what makes it awesome. I hope あなた enjoy 読書 this.

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“Mirror can あなた tell me how to stay forever young? Let me know the secrets, I will hold my twisted tongue.”

She let her fingers run through her long blond hair; her long, beautiful, perfect hair. It was smooth to the touch, and the golden fibers easily moved through her digits, as if it were made of silk.

People had prided her on her gorgeous locks all of her life, and all of the little girls who happened to spot her outside of the palace never ceased to bombard her with compliments on how they wished their own hair was as dazzling as her’s.

Yes, she was the crown jewel of Solaria, the girl that everyone wanted to be.

However…

“Please protect my beauty, velvet skin so pure and white…”

Her hands moved from her roots to the cold, hard surface of the mirror before her. Eventually, her sunlight colored hair was bound to wither away and gray, just like all the daughters who sat in this chair previously. Her pristine skin was going to wilt and sag, and wrinkles were going to pop, and mold it from smooth to rough.

She leaned フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして and spotted the bags under her eyes, and a fowl mood suddenly tainted the pleasant one she had been in merely several 秒 earlier. Time was already beginning to take its toll on the princess.

“How,” she said, as she began to trace the outline of her reflection. “How can I stay young and beautiful forever?” she asked her mirror, as if it could somehow answer her plights.

Anger shot through her when she received no response, and she let out a scream of resentment. Her arms shoved all of the makeup and perfume and brushes and combs off her vanity in protest, before she collapsed into a sobbing heap.

Soft knocks suddenly rang out through her quiet room, and she quickly composed herself for the company. “Come in.”

“It’s your maid, princess. I’m here to get あなた ready for the day,” the petite girl said, as she walked into the messy bedroom. Her blue eyes widened when she noticed how all of the beauty care had been unceremoniously tossed on to the ground, but she 発言しました nothing.

“Alright,” her princess said, sitting up straight and pointing to a nearby brush. “You can start によって brushing my hair.”

“Once I struck a servant, she’s a virgin free from sin. Drops of blood caressed me, and refined my aging skin.”

The girl started on her work, and delicately began fining out the strands of her princess’ hair. A silence emanated between them as she continued, and even though the she could sense that something was troubling the princess, she 発言しました nothing, as it was not her place to discuss such things.

“Ow!” she suddenly snarled, a deadly 火災, 火 rising into the Solarian’s deep brown eyes. “You pulled my hair あなた idiot!” she shouted, getting upright in almost record time.

Her maid’s eyes widened in complete fear, and her body began to shake. “I-I’m so sorry, your highness, I wasn’t paying attention, I would never mean to--”

“Of course あなた knew what あなた were doing, あなた slime! Let me 表示する あなた how to brush hair,” she spat, and yanked the wooden brush from the maid’s grip. She raised her hand and began to strike.

Fwump.

“I’m sorry!”

Slap

“Please, forgive me, princess!”

Thump.

“Ah, Stella, please!

The sudden shouting of her name seemed to snap the princess out of it, and when she looked at her hand, she noticed that it was now speckled with blood. A grimace formed on her face, and she turned to look herself in the mirror.

“You brat, look what you’ve done! You’ve sprayed me with your own blood!” she yelled, and tossed the brush at her maid. “Get out of my sight!” she shrieked.

Stella grabbed a nearby rag as the girl scurried out of her room, a crying bloody mess. She wiped away the drops, hoping to rid herself of this disgusting fluid, but that’s when she noticed.

“Could this be the answer, uncorrupted, carmine red?”

Wherever the blood landed, it seemed as though her skin had been rejuvenated. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she delicately traced her finger across the areas, coming to the conclusion that the blood had indeed succeeded in making her skin appear young and beautiful again.

She suddenly became very excited. This was the revelation of a lifetime!

“Have I found myself divinity? I’m no longer a slave, to the vicious hands of time.”

Stella could now be immortalized, she could now remain as she was now: a beautiful, vibrant, princess. She would be the symbol of youth, of elegance, of purity.

She was no longer bound to the idea that at some point in her life, she will wither away to nothing but dust.

She will become the princess of Solaria that no longer has to worry about time itself tearing her apart. She will become like the symbol of her people, the sun, where she will continue to burn bright for the rest of eternity.

She will last forevermore, drenched in red, and coated in gold.