It was an icy, frosty winter morning in Sarasaland; a light snowfall was peacefully covering the kingdom's landscape. Sarasaland had grown quite a bit in the past few years. Because of Bower's continuous assaults on the Mushroom Kingdom, many citizens moved to the much more peaceful and mostly unoccupied sister kingdom. And while Sarasaland had developed and flourished, it still wasn't the empire that was the Mushroom Kingdom; but it began to hold its own weight as a proper and prominent country. All seemed to be well and calm during the holiday season in Sarasaland, except for the young flower princess who ruled it.
She tossed in turned in her bed; thoughts plagued her mind. She had woken up about an hour ago but tried to get back to sleep. "You're forgotten," a voice at the back of her mind told her. She squeezed her already closed eyes turned to her left side. "No one cares about you," it echoed. She grimaced trying to mute the wicked sound. "You're not important." She pulled her pi