Capture My Heart ROTG fanfiction by Sierra Shadow Nightingale
Acknowledgements : This fanfic is for Gabriel, aka something (I am not supposed to tell you what it is). So…I wrote something instead of giving you something as a gift, because I have no idea what you want. And I think you would prefer romance, so here we are. Oh, and happy birthday to you! Think of this story as a birthday present. The summary is inside, because I have no space to type it here.
Title : Capture My Heart (ROTG fanfic)
Genre : Romance
Characters : Prince Gabriel (you wanted a story about you) (OC)
Isabelle (love this name) (OC)
Jack Frost and the Guardians
Hope you like it, Gabe. (I perfected you as much as I could, so don't go whining. God, I do add a lot of brackets)If not, guess you won't get another gift. Besides, it's the thought that counts.
Summary
A prince who possesses great magic, a prince of nobility and a direct descendant of the Moon. A prince whose looks make the stars shine their eternal glory only on him, hearing his high and musical singing (I know you love singing I-Gabriel). The one who makes girls swoon. The one who captures the heart of every and all.
A civil girl with a big secret. A girl who is beautiful but cold, unwilling to grow up. The girl who still believes in the myths of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman and Jack Frost, the girl who has actually seen them. The girl who wears a mask in front of everyone.
But Gabriel yearns to be understood by someone who was at the same level as him, an equal to him, his own queen. Not to be swarm with girls, praised by lords or chided by tutors whenever he tried to act childish, when he was still a child. And so he wore a mask.
The stars understood his sorrows and misgivings. They were his only true friends he ever had, the only people to see him as what he was : himself. Not a prince, not a handsome pretty face, not a powerful magician, just himself.
Then the chance comes when the two clash. It is hate at first sight. But with the Guardians and Jack Frost's help, will the love slowly blossom between them? Long summary, I know.
Author's Note : This is me being nice, I. C. (I am now officially using your bloody initials.) I WILL post everything slowly. This is my only fanfic in progress after all. I've stopped everything else.
Chapter One
Author's Note : This will make you laugh. Imagine Lexi…! I tried to put everyONE in this.
Lexi
Gabriel
Raven (ha!)
Liberty
Not yet mentioned in the below chapter :
Isabelle
"What now?" Isabelle Rose asked, irritated. It was the eighteenth time she had been interrupted from her reading, and she was starting to annoyed.
"Isabella Reina Rose, is that how you talk to your mother?" a stern voice resonated down the hallway, reaching the ears of room of the fifteen year old. Said girl sighed, put down her book about Guardians of Childhood, and trudged to where her father was waiting, brows furrowed, hand at hips, and a wad of letters in his other, which he held up. "When are you going to get a suitor?" her twenty year old sister, Lexi, asked from where she sat in front of the only mirror in the cottage, admiring her new wedding ring. "Never if I can help it," Isabelle said stubbornly, earning a glare from her mother in which she ignored.
Just then, Raven, Isabelle's other younger sister, skipped in. Her hair had been tied up in a long bun, but brown strands were escaping. "Isabelle, are you really getting a suitor? Who is it?" she asked, buzzing like a hummingbird. Isabelle froze as she remembered something that happened a few years ago…
FLASHBACK—
"Tooth! Stop interrogating Jack, poor boy is already—" the big jolly red man was cut off by excited ramblings from the hyper hummingbird like Tooth Fairy. "Your teeth…ah, how white they are! I cannot stop sighing over them!' she said, then blushed as red as a tomato as she realised she had spoken her thoughts out loud. Isabelle giggled at Jack's expression, half mortified, half horrified. He blushed as well, a faint tingle of blue curling over his white pale snowy white skin. "Aw, Jackie boy seems…" Isabelle teased him, not finishing her sentence just to spike him. He didn't fall to the bait.
Tooth let go of Jack, embarrassed, and silence lapsed, though comfortable. Then a certain Pooka hopped in, with the golden Sandman right at his heels. Isabelle could never get over—
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Her memory train was interrupted by frantic waving in front of her face by her mother, who breathed a sigh of relief when she blinked back at her. "For a moment, you spaced out…" she said, tone softening. "Sorry, it's just that I'm a bit tired from, er, sewing," Isabelle said, as she thought of the first thing she was supposed to do. Her mother nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, can you please consider going to one of these?" she held up Isabelle's father's hand, the one full of letters. Isabelle groaned inside, but she pasted a fake strained smile that of course didn't reach her eyes. Her mother smiled back, and Isabelle was sad that even her mother couldn't tell she was faking. Turned out she had to wear her mask even at home.
"Of course. Pass it over." she took the wad, opened every one of them deliberately and slowly, then wrinkling her nose. "4 tea parties, 2 balls, 6 dinners, 5 meet ups, and that includes the meet up from Liberty and Jamie," her mother said, disdain colouring her tone as she spoke of the boy.
Jamie Bennett, the first believer of Jack Frost, was one of the few people she could drop her mask and talk completely. That included the other children who saw the fight between the Boogeyman and the Guardians, and Raven, her younger sister that she adored. But she felt more comfortable around the brown haired twelve year old.
Her mom didn't exactly approve of her relationship—as she called it—with Jamie. He was quite poor and his family was on debt. He wasn't special or handsome. He was just plain normal. But to Isabelle, he was one of the two people she actually put close to her normally locked heart.
She shook herself, and slowly saying, "No, not this," or 'No, not that either," to the letters, just to interrogate her mother. In the end, though, her mother forced her to attend 2 parties and 1 ball, plus the meet up with Jamie and Liberty, another of her close friends.
Now, Liberty was actually the daughter of the Royal General, giving her a high status. But contrary to common belief, she was very nice and outgoing, not snobby and spoiled, and they became fast friends, and close ones over the years.
They met to talk and gossip about the Palace and handsome boys, just relaxing and letting her girlier side come out with Liberty.
"Wait a moment…there is this ball from the Royal Family themselves!" Mom said, excited suddenly and perking up. Isabelle was stunned. Not everyone got an invitation to the Royal Family's private balls, the balls that were hosted when the Prince was looking for a new wife.
Prince Gabriel, apparently.