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Hey guys, if your reading this, I have a poll up on my profile, thank-you if you check it out. I was going to put French translations in this, but it got to complicated, so I deleted it. So, she is the Princess of France. Okay, now on with the story.
"Would you care to dance Milady?" The gentleman before me asked, as he extended his hand towards me.
I sighed, why not? "With pleasure", I replied while gently placing my hand into his large palm. Of course, his palm was perfectly smooth, the sign of a person who hasn't done a honest day's work in his whole life. He was charming I must admit, but I honestly don't care for the plump old men, that tend to come to these stupid balls anyways.
The orchestrations started the next song and we began to waltz. We twirled in circles for a while, and then came the horrid simple conversation.
"So Princess Isabelle-"
"Princess Bella", I interrupted quickly.
"Excuse me, Princess Bella, you are the daughter of King Charlie and Queen Rene, are you not?"
"Yessir." Short, direct, and to the point is the way to go when dealing with these nobles.
"So how do you feel towards being married?" What? Where is he going with this?
"I suppose it shall happen someday…" I know it's childish, but I wanted one of those fairytale weddings, that your knight in shining armor comes and rescues you from the greatest of evils, and carries you off to a faraway kingdom, to be married, with a bright, and flowery wedding. That to me would be the epitome of true love.
"Wait, mademoiselle, you don't know?" Seriously, what is this man thinking?
"Know what, monsieur?"
"That your paren-"
A little, mousy haired squire stood before us and was tugging on his jacket. "Excuse me, monsieur, your needed at the weaponry."
"Merci, lad. Au revoir, mademoiselle." He turned and was gliding off of the dance floor as I tried to keep up. I was failing miserably, tripping on my dress hem.
"What am I supposed to know?" I called after him, drawing a couple of glances from the surrounding gentlemen and ladies, but no glance for the mysterious man.
The rest of the ball was even worse than usual. Not only was I thoroughly annoyed by all of the other Lords and Dukes there, but I couldn't get the chubby, old man's words out of my head.
I was on auto-pilot for the rest of the night.
Not even paying attention to the very rare handsome men that asked me to dance. I danced with them of course, but their words did not get through to me. I mumbled responses and they were satisfied.
When the ball was over, my servant Gilda and I went back to me quarters, as she dressed me for nighttime. My flowing night gown was a relief to the constant questions running through my mind.
Eventually I climbed into my chilled bed and laid there, staring blindly ahead of me. I'm not sure when, but eventually I drifted off to wondrous dreams.
I was standing in a gorgeous garden, with billowing roses and a stream flowing down the center, with step stones cutting through it. I wore an emerald green, low cut gown with silver embroidery. The neckline had lace trailing across my collarbone and resting on my shoulders while the rest of the gown tapered down loosely, until it hit the ground.
Brilliant birds soared overhead my secret garden, casting shadows across the plentiful greenery. I waltzed through the undergrowth, on the little dirt path barefoot. The loose packed dirt caressed my feet with each step I took.
The peace was disrupted with one earsplitting screech, from the glowing red dragon that soared overhead, its glinting scales reflecting a soft glow, that highlighted the garden with a soft red tint.
The dragon swooped letting a magnificent breath of flame leap over the white roses, until they were dancing red and yellow. The dragon continued to set things ablaze as it neared me, it's jaws snapping open and closed, controlling the passage of flame.
I stood there entranced by the dragon as it continued its path of destruction. It took me a while to notice, but the magnificent creature was drawing nearer to me than for comfort. I turned and tried to flee, and that's when I saw the glint of armor emerging from the forest.
The proud horse that the knight sat on was a striking shade of gold, a color that I had never before seen on a horse. The night sat there pleasantly, as if you were just having dinner with his court. He drew his sword and charged the dragon on his beautiful horse.
The dragon dive-bombed him and pulled up at the last moment, releasing a ball of flame at the exact moment that the knight should be travelling under it. The knight realizing the danger that lay before him turned his horse in a circle and galloped around to face the dragon again. The next time the dragon swooped, the knight was faster and jumped from his horse onto the paw of the dragon.
The dragon shrieked and flew as high as it could gracefully, all the while trying to kick the knight off of it's claw. The knight started a slow ascent up the dragons leg, holding on for dear life, as the dragon did
figure-eights, to rid itself of the gallant fighter. The knight nearing the spine of the dragon held up his sword and plunged it into the heart of the dragon, as it let out a blood-curdling shriek.
I covered my ears as the dragon descended weakly, and the knight jumped off as the dragon crashed into the ground. The knight rolled to avoid damage, and stood, perfectly erect. He started walking straight up to me.
"May I see your face, brave Sir Knight?"
The most dazzling voice emanated from behind the grill of the helmet, as he said, "As you wish", reaching up to remove his helm. His grill creaked open, and the shadows started to disappear.
I sat up, pin straight in my bed.
I sighed, no matter how often I had this dream, I never got to see his face. I felt my lips form a pout, as I crossed my arms.
I stretched and pulled the covers aside, realizing that the first light was shining through my windows, and that the serfs were already to work in the fields.
I stood, and stifled a yawn. Gilda bustled in and said, "I thought I heard your Greatness about."
"It's Bella honestly, well at least when it's just us. Please stop calling me your Greatness, your Highness, M'lady, mademoiselle. It get's obnoxious, I have a name."
"Alright, your Hig- Bella. Now how about getting dressed?"
I sighed, time for the horrid corset. If anything I dreaded that the most. I couldn't breathe with it on. It is truly evil.
After I was dressed, I wandered the castle aimlessly, mumbling hellos to the passing servants, as the all scurried around.
Eventually I emerged into the gorgeous dining hall.
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