Riliane
This is my first Vocaloid fanfic
I do not own Vocaloid.
(Rin Kagamine x ?)
This is not a story of evil fanfic, I just recently looked up everything and Daughter of Evil, Closure of Yellow looks very cool! I never knew that the songs had an entire backstory! Once again this is NOT based on the story of evil.
Song preference: 'Concentration and studying Baroque music' on YouTube here is a link: watch?v=QeyQ9Rk9Zvk
This takes place in the mid 18th century in Europe for reference to commentary and style of clothing. Please comment and favorite for future chapters, thank you and please enjoy.
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Le Conte de Riliane:
Ouverture
Opus 1
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"Tighter."
"Tighter!"
"I do not want to appear in the least bit over weight today!"
"What does tight mean! I w—HUGNH! That's much better!" I sighed as I watched my older sister put on her wedding gown, today was suppose to be a very joyous day in the kingdom. My sister, Lillian (whom I call Lily) and my future brother in law, Aldo who would rather be called big Al were getting married, sealing an alliance between our two warring countries.
"Riliane? Are you watching, I want your opinion on my dress." I looked over to Lily as she twirled in her large flowing gown, an elegant light blue to match her radiant eyes. I honestly hated the dress, it was gorgeous yes, but the style of the century sent shivers up my spine. The dress was very…..wide and was in such a distortion to my eyes that just by watching as she tried to twirl caused a pain in my own spine. To wear something so gaudish was but of good fashion Lily told me, that it was a women's duty to be pleasing to a mans eyes so why not be the one to catch it? Pfft, what foolery that was in my opinion, I did not want a man, I wanted a companion, someone who would rejoice and laugh at the stuffy nobles in their obsessive appearance during court. But as the youngest princess in the house of Akita I was suppose to act of higher status if I wished to meet a prince of my taste but on top of all of that, I was expected to act like a lady. I, Rillian Akita, refused to wear dresses, they were stuffy and annoying, I'd much rather were trousers in all honesty but I'd never be caught complaining.
So, I did what a princess was to do, I smiled and nodded before waving a delicate and intricate fan in my face to hide my (frown) smile. "It looks lovely as always Lily." I called out; my voice barely audible from behind the fan but I had to deal with it, yelling was not an option. She tried to do another twirl which incidentally turned into a calamity and then went a topple; down went Lily, face first onto the marble flooring of pêche.
Do not hate me, for I am a lady, but before I was a lady I was a fourteen year old girl. So, I did as girls do and laughed until the help arrived. I suppose they would have heard the loud thomp that Lily and her iron dress seemed to have made. What a pity, here come the arguments.
"Princess Lillian! Are you alright!?" I watched in awe as the help was able to lift my sister up. No, she was not fat, in fact quiet the opposite, she obsessed over her image but she had a large 100 pound iron pannier under her thin gown…. I, to this day have never been able to wear one so large let alone one at all, I enjoy wearing free falling gowns that allow me to move about; sadly I appear to be either a young girl without much assets or a little boy still in the process of breeching. "Princess Riliane! What is the meaning of this your young majesty, why are you not in your attire?" I heard one of the older women cry out to me in anger, but I ignored her, trying to flee from my inevitable demise.
"Riliane? Why are you not in your formal attire? You promised me that you would dress like a lady for this event did you not?" I turned over to the door to see my dear mother, simply seething with rage at this point. Her infamous golden curls were hidden under a musty horsehair wig. Her deep blue eyes stared into my own menacingly and her mouth was turned downward into a deep frown. I was going to get a lashing no questions asked.
"Yes mother. I…I was in the process of atoning to your wishes when Lily fell." I told a little white lie, hoping my mothers keen eyes could not see through me like they usually did. She sighed deeply before scrunching her pale eyebrows together; I suppose the day's events have worn down even the queen. "If you would be so kind as to leave then I will adorn the lovely dress you had laid out for me." I spoke with such gusto and lady attentiveness that even my mother was surprised. The other women in the room only clapped in excitement before dashing away carrying my older sister along with them.
"I see. Please, do continue then my precious Rillian, I will have a servant fetch you yonder. I wish you good luck with your dressings and hope that you do not oppose such glorifications. Good day my dear." I simply bowed in response to my mother, the clicking of her shoes and the hue of her dress could be seen and heard for miles, a ravishing peach. It made her appear more frightening and heavy reigned but she was still beautiful, even with a mule's ass on her head.
I sighed and closed the door quickly in hopes to have more privacy before putting on the jester's outfit. I tried my best to suck in my stomach but to my dismay it was far too small even with my feigning physic. I sighed but continued on even without it being fully tied in the back, I hoisted up my stockings and grabbed a pair of my favorite heels, yes heels. Even though I hated dresses with a burning passion I still wore heels to help with my height deficiency….I am 4'9. Most ladies my age were well beyond 5 foot so I grew accustomed to wearing heeled shoes no matter how painful they were. Finally, I grabbed a hold of the petticoat and overcoat, both a marvelous golden, and embroidery that was the essence of noir. I had to admit that the style my mother had going for me was sublime; I simply adored it aside from the heavy essentials of course.
After slipping on the last of the décor (because I was indeed a damned Christmas tree with such formality) I hoisted myself into my own pannier of doom trying my best not to topple over like Lily or gossip would spread through these halls like a flame to paper. "Up we go..—ugh!" I cried out slightly as a sudden tightens made it's way around the rim of my dress causing it's simplicity to clash with the gaudiness of the large, wide, iron, pannier. My sides looked womanlier and it caused the petticoat to push more on my small bust causing my chest to push out more, to my excitement. "A young boy I am not, I am no such thing." I smiled daintily to myself before attempting to move on my own but of course, a princess so subjugated to inappropriate wear was not destined to slide across the floors with elegance so, I fell just as Lily had earlier.
THOMMMMPPP
Before I had the chance to even react a woman in red appeared to my side and when I say red I mean red. Scarlet, burgundy, scorched, crimson. Any and all variations of red appeared within my spinning mind as I watched her lift me up with such speed and agility that if I were not a woman for man I may have even lusted after her with her large bust and womanly features. Her dress was the color of a rich wine, one that could only be found on the country yards of Orange; her hair was a deep chocolate that fought with her beautiful dark caramel eyes. She was a gorgeous women, I hoped that I could be like her in the future I was sure she had many men of her own lusting after her.
"My princess! Are you alright?" She questioned, brown eyes in slight worry for my well-being. So she was the servant my mother ordered to come and grab me? She seemed too pretty to be some servant, at least an archduchess but I suppose not. "Let us hurry, you will be late for the festivities if you wait much longer." I nodded slowly and proceeded to try and follow her to the court where the wedding would be held. She turned around and grinned to my flustered form, I had not wanted anyone to know of these events but it looks like I was too late.
Soon upon arriving to our destination my servant vanished from my side so fast that it frightened me. Where had she gone? She was not going to just leave me be to enter this court alone was she? I…I..
"Princess? Are you alright?" I turned over to see my servant by a table filled with drinks, no doubt wine due to my fathers love for testers but no matter. She held up a cup of white wine before downing it in one swoop, it horrified me. "What? I need a drink before entering that carnival inside, besides," she took a gulp of another glass before burping. "I'm not the one who is leading you, he is." She pointed over to a man that was already inside waiting. I couldn't make out anything but his had, it was a pure black glove that adorned his hand, similar to the lining on my dress work.
"I was entering my dear sisters wedding with a man I've never laid eyes upon before? Are you mocking me?" I cried, the man before me was no doubt going to be a handsome monsieur and I would make a mockery of myself even if I did agree.
"Yes princess, your mother had asked for me to gain a mans attention for you, she wants you to begin searching for a man soon. She feels as though you are going to surpass your bearing age." My porcelain skin was stained scarlet at how blunt she was reacting, why would my dear mother do this? She seemed more reserved but this….this had to have been the work of my older sister. Yes, her.
"I see." I turned my eyes away from her before grabbing my own cup of wine; I was going to need this. I took a large gulp before waddling over to the man. "Hello monsieur, I am Princess Rillian the one you've been no doubt commissioned to escort." I heard a soft chuckle and then a pull of my hand; I was suddenly face to face with a warm chest. The man was much taller then myself so I was short enough to rest on said chest. I was flustered yet again, I felt somewhat vulnerable in this strangers arms but I let it go. He held onto my hand softly as we made a grand entrance, the festivities had yet to begin but I felt as though it had already with the dark glares that were being sent my way from other bacherlettes. Or perhaps it was the man holding onto my arm, either way I had no idea. I was still too embarrassed to look up at him for all I know my ugliness could scare him off and with the glares I was receiving from the other ladies, he was one to pray and beg for.
"Presenting Princesse Riliane Akita de Orange et Western Tan(1) and Fürst Michael Hatsune von Great Tealand und Northern Green.(2)" I felt my face heat up once more as I looked over to the charismatic prince at my side. It was a boy, he unlike most of my other suitors did not appear to be much older then me which was a gift in itself. He was beyond attractive, rather, strikingly dapper, I could see as to why the ladies bellow seemed to show detestment towards me but no matter. I had a suitor that was neither a noble nor someone too far away from home, I should be counting my blessings and cheering but instead I felt like I was betrayed by my family. Lily was able to marry out of mutual love, I did not know this man, and even though he was handsome I did not know him. I would need to speak with mother about his marriage later, but I saw no outcome for me that would cause me great joy and ease.
I felt us begin to walk again and shook away those pesky thoughts, I would try and appreciate what was given to me as the wedding progresses, I need to at least appear happy for my darling sisters wedding. "Princess?" His accent was somewhat invisible and his Orench(3) was phenomenal, I wished I could have said the same for my Tealish(4). "Are you ready to take our seats?" He questioned, bright green eyes showing concern for me and vibrant teal hair appearing somewhat wild in the open courtroom; his hair was greased back in gentlemen like way, but in my honest opinion it did not fit thee.
"O-of course." I tinged and proceeded to scoot after him, this damn dress in the way of my usually delicate footwork. He sent me a kind smile before helping me sit down in one of the many cream colored chairs before sitting beside me, deep noir tail coat hanging on the side.
I've just noticed but, we were a pair.
Had everyone known about my 'courting' but myself? And how many more good men were to appear before me in the house of Great Orange in favor of my gloved hand? Was this not insane to the human eye, a young girl of age 14 being married off at the highest bitter? Was there no order in my own sanctum anymore…? What was the youngest child to do? I was expected to nod and agree to anything that was asked of me, for I was the one with least responsibility but still. Goodness this was unbearably embarrassing but I only turned my head to the wedding, large wigs swishing and swashing back and forth as the Grand Pope proceeded to place the crowns on the now Queen and King of Noble Red. Before I knew what was happening everyone was standing up and clapping, I really need to work on that bad habit of drifting off during important events.
The festivities were going to be daunting….I knew it.
But as my mother said time and time again it was the responsibility of a young princess to only smile and nod in desperate times. This was definitely a desperate time.
Fin de Chapitre
Orange and Western Tan are two kingdoms that the Akita house rule over.
Tealand is a kingdom and Northern Green is a newly conquered territory that the Hatsune house rule over.
Orench, this is the language of Orange and Western Tan.
Tealish, the language of Tealand and Northern Green.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, please comment and favorite for future chapters, thanks again! I plan on doing votes for which Rin's love interests should be so, please, comment below on who you'd like her to eventually end up with! I'm open to anyone. I do have a poll on my Deviantart page as well incase you'd rather do it there. The one with the most votes will be the pairing.