Father's POV. November 29th 1218, 21:47 pm.

It's every little girl's dream to be a Queen, or a Princess, or at least something of royalty. Every little girl wants a Prince Charming - the type of one who's very reserved and will happily let you decide what to do, because every little girl also wants to be in charge. Little girls are very difficult creatures. Especially little girls who have been sent from the heavens as of your good will, and have been guarded by a God called Hades for the last ten years. These special type of little girls are very charismatic and don't always think before they speak, but I guess when you're like this people tend to let these things slide, don't they? Olive is much like that. She was born on November 29th; or at least, I'm assuming she is, because that's the day she was... bestowed upon me. I've tried raising her up and tried to encourage her to be passionate for what it is she wants, but, apparently I missed the note where it said she'd also be very devious and sly... can't say I'm not proud of her, in the least, even if this was a... different path around things. Olive Oyl, my daughter, ended up in a very different place than what I had originally expected she'd be on her 18th birthday. Let's go back a bit.

Daughter's POV. November 29th 1210, 8:02 am.

"Master, it is time to schedule Mistress' coming month."

Cube's somewhat timid and frail voice traveled across the living space, four couches and a square, wooden table between us. On the table was four cups of green tea, boiled just how Father liked it. In the middle was a bowl of exotic fruits and jewels besides them which we had bought from a rather... odd-looking man, who smelt as if he had visited all of the regions. He smelt of coffee and spice, of fresh leathers and new, fancy dresses... and mainly the gut-wrenching scent of sweat and other rather undesirable bodily substances. Beneath the pretty outlook, inside the cabinets of the table, was bottle on bottle of different wines. Bittersweet, sour, spicy.. and a very special, dangerous one which changed with every sip.

"Master?"

Nobody answered Cube when he called - almost as if he was dismissed. Nobody was paying enough attention. Groggily, I glanced at him and then looked back at my hands.

"I'd like to study dance." I proclaimed, looking over to my father.

He ruffled the sheets of paper and looked at me over his glasses, giving me the eyebrow, like he was judging me, before chuckling.

"If dance is what you would like to do, then do it. I'm not making you do anything..." he paused, "as long as you do something."

I smiled cheerily. "Then, please, I would like to do dance and protocol, with a break in-between. I would like to follow this style every month, although, I would not like to take the very same classes every month."

Father didn't say anything, and Cube looked frantically between us, before sighing. "Then you will take dance and protocol, we will have to go out today to buy you clothes, shoes and other necessities which will cater for your classes. Then, tomorrow, you will take a break, but start classes immediately on the 1st of December."

"I'll go get ready." I said, before making my way to my bedroom. I wore an old green dress, with a pair of heavy lace-ups and dark tights. I pulled on my coat and fumbled with the buttons. When I got back to the hallway, Cube was already there, and we set off out to shop.

Daughter's POV. November 29th 1210, 18:12 pm.

When I came home I had two new dance dresses, which looked fancy but were light, which made them good for practice. I had a pair of soft, girly shoes which were flexible and nice to move in (I also had a pair of rough boots which I didn't like too much, but I guess they'd come in handy). I had one plain dress I would use for laborious work and one formal, ball gown style one with lots of lace and bows, along with a pair of heels, which Cube studied for a while before approving them. I also had a pair of black leggings and a loose shirt, which Cube said I'd use for fighting, but I don't know if I'll be fighting any time soon, really...

At Dinner, Father asked what we had bought, and Cube proudly presented the clothes, except for the heels, which he said would be nice for when she is older, with his head down. Father said they were very nice anyhow.

Daughter's POV. November 29th 1210, 20:39 pm.

I climbed into bed, when it hit me how my 10th birthday was already gone. I could work, enter the Harvest Festival, go on Adventures and attend school. It didn't seem like such a big difference, but.. it was. It was at that point that Cube walked in and flickered off my light.

"Good night, Mistress."

"Good night, Cube."

It was, with that, I laid and tried to sleep, but all these thoughts boiled in my brain frustratingly.

Father's POV. November 29th 1210, 22:48 pm.

I was drifting off in my seat, when a familiar voice called in.

"Are you sure about this, Master? Doing what she pleases? Hades won't be too happy if she ends up in the backs of alleyways or... well... Daniel, the Farmer, his wife. He could be more powerful than what we know, Hades, that is, not Danie-"

"Yes, yes, yes, Cube. I am sure. She is not going to end up in those ways, she's much smarter than she really lets on."

Cube frowned. "Then, it shall be done, Master."

Daughter's POV. December 31st 1210, 17:37 pm.

My first month was anything but usual. It was completely draining but I feel more knowledgeable already. Tobi is lovely, not what I expected. There's a girl there called Patricia, who sometimes gives me odd looks, and on my way home one day, I spoke to the Palace Guard. He cooed over me and said I was very refined, and I started speaking to him everyday. One day he called over the Royal Knight, and he said I was "just the sweetest". It seems like some of them are warming up to me. One day I caught the Royal Knight speaking to another, something about a young man who visits every January, and he said something about me, but the information I caught wasn't very goof in it's own. So, I suppose I'll have to visit in the coming month, right?

A/N

Woo!

So this is the first chapter. It's fairly short, I know, and I did write it up in one sitting. There's not much I can really say, but, uh, little Olive seems to be rather interested in this mysterious figure who visits every January. xD

Anyway, if you please, do review and whatever else it is you do because it helps me out to know what to do next and so on and so forth~

also, I don't really have a certain time I'll upload these new chapters, but I'm hoping to get a new one in fairly soon after the other ^^

Thanks for reading!