The maid brushed out the Princess's long, golden hair. She braided it, then circled it around her head. She laced ribbon into the gold locks, then picked up the fragile diamond crown from the table and placed it carefully on the Princess's head.
The Princess then rose from the bench and waited for the maid to get her dress. The maid helped her into the beautiful blue satin dress and tied the ribbons and smoothed out the wrinkles. The maid rested the sheer blue shawl on her shoulders and the Princess wrapped it around her arms elegantly.
Next was the matching slippers. The maid slipped them gingerly onto the Princess's feet. After tying them, the Princess turned from the maid and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled. Everything was perfect, as it should be. Today was the day she was to be presented to one of the Princes that her parents had chosen for her to marry. She had heard rumors about the prince, that he was very handsome, though he didn't smile often.
I'll make him smile, the Princess thought to herself, grinning at her reflection.
"Are you ready, your highness?" The maid asked. The princess nodded, and the maid led her from her room and down the richly decorated hall. She went through a doorway and came to the top of a large staircase.
Her eyes looked across at the people. There were many important lords and ladies there, along with counts and countesses, and neighboring kings and queens with their children. Then she saw her parents, sitting on a raised platform. With them stood King Remington and Queen Lucille of Kent. Although her parents were good friends with them, she had not yet met the young Prince.
As the Princess stepped up to the top stair, the room hushed. Her father, King Garret of Sussex, stood up from his chair. At the same time, a door opened and a young man walked into the room. He was tall and slender, with dark hair covering his face and beautiful Prussian blue eyes. He stepped up onto the platform and stood beside the Princess's father. The Princess nearly fainted at the sight of him. He was extremely handsome.
"Please allow me, good ladies and gentlemen," her father began. "To introduce to you, and to young Prince Heero of Kent, to my daughter, Princess Dorothy."
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I'm proud of my awesomely short prologue. You don't need much more information than this to begin the story.
And I know I probably have the whole British governing system wrong. I'm sort of taking it from this book I'm reading called Queen of Camelot, in which there is the High King, then the smaller kingdoms within England. But since I didn't feel like looking up/making up kingdoms, I'm using the places like Sussex and Kent for my story.
It will be an AU. Obviously.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the extremely short prologue.
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