Hi guys! It's Katy for We Love Ross Lynch! This is my fanfiction where Ross is the Prince and then my character Iridessa is the princess he falls in love with but can't have. Enjoy, and please review! ~Katy/DisneyPrincess55
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Princess Iridessa. It's the name I've responded to for years—Princess this and Princess that. You've heard stories of how amazing life as a princess can be, with happily ever afters, glass slippers and sparkly gowns? Not in this story—not when you have an older brother and a younger brother who are more important than you are. Girls aren't as special as boys, they're not the ones who keep the family name, we just get married and look pretty and have the boys. That's how it's been for centuries, and nothing's going to change anytime soon. We don't get a say in what we wear, what we do, who we marry…
But sometimes, just sometimes, there are those who try and change their way of life, the princess stereotype.
My older brother, Roland, was two years older than me, while my younger brother James was eight years younger than I. I never paid much attention to Roland—he constantly pestered me when I was younger, and eventually I came to ignore it. But James… James I took care of when he was a baby, when Mother couldn't. My mother's name was Amelia, and she was a kind, gentle, loving queen. She tried desperately to mold me in her image but failed. I was rebellious and didn't care for being a princess, though everyone wanted me to be. My father, King Elijah, had been trying to set me up into an arranged marriage since I was fourteen years old. I rejected all twelve suitors… all fine princes, just not the one for me. Not the one who could sweep me off my feet, who could give me flowers—none of my suitors could even pronounce my name right on the first try—Eye-ree-dessa? Ah-ree-dessa? No, I wanted someone I could actually fall in love with, someone who could fall in love with me.
And then, one day, I found him at my seventeenth birthday ball. I was following one of my 'friends,' Alexandria, Princess of Etienne, through the crowd when he backed up right in front of me and I rammed into him.
"Oh my goodness! Forgive me, sir—" I shrieked, realizing what I had done and stepping back, "Are you all right?" He turned to face me and smiled, teeth sparkling a little in the light.
"I'm all right, thank you," he grinned, "Say, you're Princess Iridessa! Happy birthday."
"Yes, thank you. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name?" Alexandria came back just then, saw me with the boy, smiled and walked away.
"I'm Prince Ross of Soreyne."
"Pleasure to meet you." I pulled my skirts backwards and curtseyed; he bowed.
"And I you, Princess." Father's orchestra decided just at that moment to play a slow song, and Prince Ross bowed again. "Princess Iridessa of Quissidyn, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" He offered his hand and I took it, smiling.
"Of course you may, Prince Ross." He pulled me up close to him and I got a glimpse of his brown eyes—a deep chocolatey brown color.
"So, Princess," he said quietly, looking right into my eyes, "You're seventeen today, am I correct?" I nodded.
"And what is your age?" I raised an eyebrow, and he smiled again. I liked his smile. His teeth were perfectly straight and glimmering, shiny and new.
"I just so happen to be the same age as you are today."
"Oh are you now?"
"Yes, your highness."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, I do, actually. Three brothers and a sister."
"A little challenge for the crown, then, eh?" I smiled at him.
"Yeah… Whoever marries first is first on the line, and that's my brother, Riker."
"Riker… What an unusual name."
"Iridessa is an unusual name, too, Princess." I gaped at him and he laughed.
"I beg your pardon, Prince Ross, but I just so happen to be the princess of this castle, and I can see you hanged for what you just said to me!"
"Really," he raised an eyebrow, "But you've already grown to like me."
"Indeed I have. And you've grown to like me, too, fair prince."
"You are very right, Princess Iridessa, you are very right." He got close to my ear, "Meet me by the lake tomorrow night at sundown." The song ended at this and he disappeared into the crowd, and Alexandria hurried up and touched my hand.
"Who was that?" She grinned, "He was dashing!" I smiled at the memory of this touch, the feeling of his hands wrapped around my waist, the way his breath had tickled my ear when he told me of our plans, his smile, his deep brown eyes and blonde hair…
I had never felt it before, but I was thinking I was in love with Prince Ross of Soreyne.
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