I was the डिज़्नी 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 आप must look fantastic" my aunt कहा as I was standing up on a tall स्टूल, मल 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 आप 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 कहा then took her fabrics and गाड़ी then left the room. "Put your dress back on then आप are free do whatever आप want" my aunt कहा then left the room.

I put on my गुलाबी silk dress over my corset and flannel underwear.

I walked through the huge गढ़, महल and walked into the library. The rows and rows of पुस्तकें seemed waiting for me to read them. I walked into my प्रिय part of the library. The कल्पना section.

I picked up a book called 'The Hidden Prince'. The पुस्तकालय seemed magical when I was alone in it. The पुस्तकें each had their own story and history.
"I thought आप might come today" कहा 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 और 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 आप finished Thursday's lesson?" he answered then picked up the book I dropped. "Well, I really didnt understand it. आप कहा to write an essay on the Golden Age of our country. So, I looked it up and it कहा 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 कहा then led me to the desk.