a/n- this is a new story i started just to get some of my ideas outta my head so i don't clog up my other story, Gem of Power, with them all! haha hope you l-o-v-e it!!! ta-ta!!!
Prologue- An Introduction to the Lady Bellarosetteress
My name is Bellarosetteress of Kendal. If I had friends they'd call my Bella. Sadly the only mammals I talk to are the woodland creatures I meet on my walks around the castle and old home. The nobles and courtiers don't count as mammals, they are more of a cold hearted bitter enigma changing like a giant amoeba with every new style or interesting piece of gossip- lately I've been that piece. I'm not always like this, mean and the like, usually I could charm the socks right off anyone's feet, even the king and queen's. If fact I did on the night of the ball to decided the prince's wife. I charmed them so much they picked me for their son, Prince Franz of Kendal, which is one of the smallest and least important kingdoms in the lands. I'd love to say I captured the prince's heart with my incredible humor and good looks. But sadly, my sense of humor is totally wasted on that codfish and I'm not the prettiest girl at the ball. My jokes I can do nothing about because that brick wall for brains is to idiotic to understand and humor is all I got to attract people. As far as my looks, my step-mother has always told me I could've turned out better. I have honey colored hair that is untamable along with one green eye and one brown. Like I said before, I'm not exactly the definition of beauty. I can only imagine that to be that reason why my betrothed has thrown himself at the first stunning dimwitted figured he saw after the royal announcement of our engagement. They think I don't know, Prince Franz and the despicable Lady Gwen think the whole court doesn't know. That's what you get when two complete idiots have an affair- idiotic actions leading to idiotic mistakes. Would you like a few short examples? Sure you would. While in the weaving room, and after my favorite story was told, Gwen decided to announce that the prince was an excellent kisser and more then once the prince has called me Gwen. Hmmm, like that isn't a dead give away.
The only reason I agreed to this "marriage" to the prince in the first place was because of his parents, King Greg and Queen Lily of Kendal. Ever sine I could remember those two have been helping my step-family and acting as if they were my real parents. For their kindness I decided to do the only thing they ever asked of me, marry Prince Franz. In one word, yuck.
Alright, I'll tell you about the prince so you can decide for yourself if I'm being too harsh. He is actually quite handsome. Contrary to his father's blonde hair and mother's brown tresses my, and Gwen's, prince has black hair. Must've come from a grandparent or something. His eyes are a striking blue but are not intelligent looking at all, reflecting what's going on in his mind- nothing. I pity this country when he assumes the throne. May King Greg and Queen Lily live forever.
The king and queen are the best monarchs a country can have. Fair, loyal, confident, intelligent, happy and beautiful rulers. Many times I had dreams of being their daughter instead of Franz as their son. I'd make a far better queen then he king. For one I had 100 times more brains, and secondly, he was spoiled rotten, not a good quality in a monarch.
Well, now you know some things about my Prince Charming and his family, let me tell you about mine. My parents are a mystery to me. I've never known them so I was raised by Mario the blacksmith, also his wife and two daughters. This man was the kindest of the four. His hair was black turned gray and a muscular body from years of being the best blacksmith in Kendal. He treated me well, never as much as his real daughters, I just always thought that was acceptable because they were his I was not. But, he did teach me most of what I know. From reading and writing to sword fighting, he taught me. Fighting I thought was totally useless but he had insisted and said I might use it in the future. So, I learned in order for him to be happy with me. Now his wife, Dora, was a horrible creature. She was all elbows and points, hurting if she only lightly brushed past you. Dora always spoke her mind and usually it was an insult to me. She had this squeaky high pitched voice when she ordered me around, which was always when Mario was away at work. As soon as he closed the door Dora the Ugly and Horrible made me sweep, scrub floors, wash windows, beat rugs, hang out the laundry, oh does the list go on! Her spawn, Maria and Lana, acted the same as her. Order dirty clothed CinderBella to do it, they'd scream if someone asked them to move a finger. And, oh, were they good about it! Before Mario comes home I was ordered to wash and dress for a supper that I prepared earlier. Mario of Kendal would come home and exclaim how wonderful the house looked. His daughters would beam and brag they did it all. Then he'd turn to me, rushing down the wooden stairs after getting washed- tripping over my gown, and he would remark how pale and tired I looking I was. Was anything wrong? He'd ask. Three glares would be sent in my direction from behind his turned back and I would only respond with an 'it's been another long day.' Why don't I stand up for myself you ask? Well, simply, if these were the only people you had to call family how could you leave them, where would you go? Why not go to the parent-like monarchs? I hear you thinking. Come on now, even though the king and queen are extremely nice to me, why in all the land of Kendal and beyond would the have me, a peasant of no special rank, live among courtiers and nobles and royals? I'd be the laughing stock of the whole land.
If only I have known this would actually come true. I now live away from the people I've known my whole life and am in the castle with my betrothed, Prince Franz, his parents the royal majesties/ parent-like monarchs and I am the center of every gossiped word. All my thoughts off why I couldn't go to King Greg and Queen Lily for help if I wanted to run away was now the life I was living. And I was loathing every second of it.
My story starts out like any other would, with once upon a time...
a/n- how do you like it????? It's a bit different from my other story and I'm really enjoying this first person writing much better! Haha. Well please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! It would make me extremely happy!!!