I woke up sometime later with my stomach in pain, I thought I was dying a torturous death. My insides twisting and flipping as if someone was digging around in my abdomen or my stomach was eating itself. I cried out and the room filled with my wails. Soon enough, my new mother ran into the room, face full of worry, as she picked me up and pulled me close to her chest. I continued to cry, probably in a very over dramatic way, as my tummy twinged in pain. My mother started patting my back and suddenly something inside my body bubbled and I suddenly realized what was happening. I instantly shut my mouth, refusing to let it happen. No way! Nuh uh! I absolutely was NOT going to burp on this distinguished woman. 'Stop it with the back pats, already, woman!' I thought as she continued to soothe me. She started humming softly and I started to panic, wriggling around as much as I could in protest, as I felt the bubble moving up my esophagus. 'No! Fucking hell! Stop! Ah-' As I was yelling in my mind, I felt relief as a burp escaped my mouth. I sat in her arms in silence, watching her in embarrassment. She looked down and just laughed softly, her lips forming a beautiful line as she smiled. She had a dimple on her cheek. Then it hit me, if shes this gorgeous, and shes my mother... then it makes sense, that maybe one day, ill be gorgeous too? I squealed excitedly in my mind. Pretty girls don't have to work as hard, the men willingly do all the hard stuff! Heck yeah! I looked up, trying to see my mother, only to realize that she'd already sat me down and was now wiping something off her luxurious renaissance type dress. Only then did I notice the baby vomit on her and my glee turned to horror. Shit! Not only did I burp in front of her, I threw up on her too?! What the actual fu- As I thought, my mother had already finished cleaning herself up and had come back to me with a washcloth and was wiping the barf off my chin. "Its okay Sienna, ill have one of the maids sew a new dress for you in the morning. It will be better than this one." I was once again gobsmacked and swept away by my thoughts. 'Maids?! Wait, so I won't have to do chores either?! Hold on.... why the fuck doesn't this woman just wash the clothes?! What a waste!'
The next morning, just as my mother had promised, a shy maid brought me a new dress and put it on me. It was glorious. Red and black with gold floral designs. My mother seems to really like gold. When the maid changed my clothes, she also changed my diaper. I was not okay with this part of being a baby at first. You know how embarrassing for a baby with a 25 year old mentality to have to shit in a diaper and have someone else wipe my ass?! Goodness, I was embarrassed. By the 8th time I had learned that I had no control over it and it was way worse if I refused to let them change me. I still wasn't happy about it though. Soon after, my mother came in and gave me my breakfast, and I fell asleep while eating.
I woke to whispering, my mother and a man talking in hushed voices. "Dear, I know you're worried, but she's fine. Its normal for a baby to sleep so much. Shes only about 2 weeks old. Shes still adjusting to being in the world. I will say, Vanna, you produced a gorgeous princess! Our daughter is going to be breaking hearts all over the world!" The man said with pride. 'So this must be my father. I wonder where hes been these two weeks. Wait.... hold up, princess?! My parents are king and queen?! SCORE! Im royalty! No work for me ever! WHOO!' I thought with glee, letting out a small squeal of delight on accident. The man and my mother came to the edge of my crib and smiled down at me. I stared up at my father, taking in his features. He had curly red hair, green eyes, and a large muscular body. His lips arched into a thin cupids bow and his cheeks slim yet masculine, his jaw was well defined and he had light stubble giving a manly touch to his face. He looked very handsome and because of that, the hope to be just as gorgeous as my mother one day, once again resurfaced and I inadvertently let out another squeal of delight. My parents of course took that as me knowing who my father was. He picked me up in his strong arms and gently patted my back as he hugged me, kissing my cheek and telling me a promise. "Sienna, my daughter, I promise, I will protect you with my life and love you no matter what. " I got a good feeling from this man. He was definitely father material. Not that I had any experience with that. My original father died when I was a baby, so I never knew him, and my mother was raising many other kids so I was never really close to her either. I made a promise too. 'This time, I won't waste my life working away for nothing. I will change the system if I have to, I will make this place a working system and help people like me'
That day, we had our first family portrait done. It was beautiful. Props to the artist, he made my chubby cheeks look so cute. After that, every year, we would have a new family portrait done, adding to the collection of frames lining the halls. The first one being at the very center of them all. Just as my parents promised, I was able to have whatever I wanted. I played, read books, got my actual bed the second I could reach, and did whatever I wanted. It seemed pretty close to my real world and I lived in ignorant bliss up until I was 10 years old. Thats when I started seeing the real differences.