I Live in LuxuryI am a princess. I live in a palace. Isn't it evident that I live in luxury?
Every morning I awaken in a blossom of driven white. The silk sheets surround me and I am greeted by the gold that spills from my windows. As I taste the champagne of Pokette I cannot help but smile as I rise to greet the day.
Frost clung heavily to my feathers as I awoke alone. Tendrils of fear clawed at my belly as I wondered if this had been the dawn that a feral liepard had stolen my mother from the flock. The delicate crystals fragmented as I emerged slowly from my makeshift nest, the slurry of mud and snow staining my plumage as I broke into the world again. My eyes settled upon the marred blanket of white and I breathed heavily from my relief. There was no sign of blood. We had survived another night to live one day more upon the dull waters that shimmered in the mist of morning.
Every morning I am showered with the finest wines and roses as I bathe in the warm steam of my salon. My beautiful