You know, just because someone has been born to a life of idle luxury doesn't mean they have to LIKE it.
.... even if it is pretty nice.
Clarity, as she calls herself at present, was definitely born into the good life. All the food she could ever want, of whatever sort. Sweet drinks that most peasants could only dream of, if they knew they existed at all. Never any want, of any sort, and she always had servants(and slaves) at her beck and call, willing to do anything and everything for her. In short... she had anything that anyone could ever want.
Wealth. Power. beauty. All of these were hers... thanks to her father. And you know what? She was FINE with having them, and being a lazy, spoiled brat, until two things happened.
The first was the arrival of a new slave, a younger elfess, destined, as it happened, to be her handmaiden. This elf was not pleased with her present circumstances, but the princess won her over, over time. The two became friends, after a fashion, with the princess very much inclined to treat her servant kindly, and the elfess, in turn, delighting in having a willing, eager audience. The elf woman told Clarity many tales of the outside world, of places she'd never dreamed could exist, of things she'd never heard of or seen... it awakened a sort of longing in her, to adventure.
The other event was the announcement of her engagement to a young prince she'd never met. She knew what he looked like, thanks to an artist, enough to know that he was a handsome fellow... but her newest slave, the young elf, had come from him, and could tell her everything she needed to know... which, as it happened, was more than enough to let her know she wanted nothing to do with him, ESPECIALLY with regards to marriage. So, with her loyal slave, she hatched a plan.
One night, with her new friend's help(Sala, her name was... Sala. Must remember the names of those she meets, best to start there), she snuck out of her room, slipped past the guards, and took her favorite horse for a long, long, LONG ride, taking her friend with her. Sala was set free in some elven lands they reached a few days later, with a general panic rising behind them over Clarity's disappearance. Clarity, herself, fled further, from the warm kingdom of her father to a new land, one she'd never been to before. Disguised, wearing fitted leather armor and carrying a scimitar she had some modest skill and slight training with, she went to try and make her own way...
And we'll just see what trouble she gets into, eh? :3 PMs welcome, but no IC PMs, please.