Her mother had always adapted her clothes, as a queen she needed a hobby, a talent, she took up sowing and it was the worst thing for Merida. She went into her en-suit and de-robed and entered her shower to wash herself, once she was done she stepped out and picked up her clothes and dumped them into her laundry bin, doing so she picked up a pair of her panties which were white covered in crochet patterns her mother had clearly wove into them, however these could hardly be classed as white by the amount of dirt and grime that they had accumulated, she dropped them in disgust into her laundry bin shivering the thought of them. She wore a dark teal cotton off-the-shoulder dress with long arms, gold trimmings and beadings, her skirt draped across the floor as she walked through her room on this morning, clearly it was a long night last night as she was still in her normal attire.Īs she strolled through her room she looked out her window to see the sun high in the sky, it was almost noon, but she also noticed a strong stench coming from within her chambers, it was her, mostly her clothes.

Merida had long ginger locks that curled their way down her back, her skin was pale and was covered with light freckles over her rosy cheeks, her lips were pink and contrasted with her blue eyes that shined with the light of the sun.

It was a bright, misty day in the wonderful land of Scotland, and in the castle of DunBroch on the top of the green, emerald hill stood the 16-year-old princess Merida.

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