By: LadyNightSky
Summary: MUCH AU Based off Sleeping Beauty. Musa's fallen for a guy she doesn't even know. Her father announces her marriage to a Prince she's sure she'll hate. So which will she choose? Loyalty to her father? Or to the man she loves? Heavy MxR
Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club; it belongs to Ignio Straffi and Rainbow S.R.L. And I don't own 'Sleeping Beauty'…I'm not sure if anyone does. Oh yeah, and I don't own Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado , which is the song in italics.
A/N: Heh, another fic. I know I shouldn't start another one and just work with my old ones, but this idea has been hanging around my head too long. Hope you enjoy and R&R please!
Chapter One: The Princess and Her Prince
(This is not a songfic, in case you were wondering)
Roses are red
Some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead
But you're still kinda cute…
Musa moved in time with the song pulsing through her headphones, spinning and singing softly.
I'm a big girl I can handle myself
But if I get lonely I'ma need your help
Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health
"Musa!"
Baby we can keep it on the low
Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know
"Musa!"
Don't be mad, don't get mean
Don't get mad, don't be mea-
Musa started, her eyes flying open in surprise as her headphones were pulled off her head, not all too gently.
Her father was standing before her, scowling lightly.
"Musa! I called you twice! You have to get ready for the Day of the Royals party in Magix. It's already 7:30, the party starts at 8:00."
"Alright Dad…now get out so I can change." said Musa grudgingly.
He left with a "Hurry then!", and Musa plopped down on her ridiculously pink and frilly canopy bed. She scowled at her equally pink and frilly room, and sighed.
She'd already resigned herself to attending this stupid party thing, to make her dad happy, just as she'd resigned herself to letting her father redecorate her room so it looked like 'a proper Princess's room". Which meant frills. And pink. The things she'd do to make her dad happy.
Ever since her mother had died, her father had become a stranger to her, all decorum and politeness and music hating. Before, his motto was "Manners be damned."
She heaved another sigh, and slowly got up to got to the white antique wardrobe standing in the corner. She kept her clothes in a plain, sensible bureau at the foot of her bed. The wardrobe was where she kept the lacy ball gowns her dad had insisted be custom made to her exact size.
She selected the least fancy gown, a blood red strapless silk, and slipped it on. Making grotesque faces, she undid her pigtails and put her dark hair up into a casual bun. Suddenly grinning wickedly, she sat down at her vanity, and started having fun with her make up. She'd always had a flair for the dramatic.
He thrashed his way through the thick trees, branches leaning down to scratch viciously at his face. He felt a drop of blood slip down his cheek from a cut on his forehead.
Wonderful, he thought. I'm bleeding.
He swung his violet-colored blade in a wide arc, so that the skinnier branches all around him fell to the ground with soft thuds.
Sitting down on a fallen log, he pulled out his canteen and gulped down some water. After his father had announced that he had to marry some Princess from the Musical Nebula, he'd grabbed all he'd needed for survival and sped off into the forest surrounding his realm. The first few hours, he'd been so angry that he hadn't paid attention to where he was going, so now, lo and behold, he was lost.
Luckily, he'd found a passably clean stream, and had followed it until it had flowed into a bigger river. Here, there was a plentiful supply of edible berries and fruits and fresh water. After his first night though, he noticed peculiar things happening. No matter how many trees he chopped down in the daytime, they always grew back during the night, and when he awoke in the morning, it seemed like he'd never been there. So every dawn, he chopped down the same trees he'd chopped down the previous day.
His clothes were still pretty much intact, as he'd been levabike racing when his damned father had announced the news, and since he hadn't stopped to change, he was still wearing a heavy duty levabike suit. He looked pretty fine for days in the wilds of Relkaine. Even though everyone said royalty were wimps, Prince Riven wasn't half bad at the survival thing.
Musa's fists balled up by her sides. She couldn't BELIEVE this. The moment her father had caught sight of her made-up face, he'd gone on a tirade before even letting her explain. She was too angry to listen until something caught her ear.
"…and what will your fiancé think, Musa? He'll call off your engagement and-"
"Hold on! My fiancé? Since when do I have a fiancé? Please don't tell me you've got me an arranged marriage!"
"Well I-"
"Oh my gawd, you have. OH MY FRIGGIN GOD! Did you even think to ask me if I wanted to get married first? Huh? Did you?"
"Now, now, Musa, I'm sure he's perfectly nice, don't overreact-"
"OVERREACT? OVERREACT? I'm overreacting? You have just ruined my life in the space of three minutes, see who's overreacting! I can't believe you did this to me! You're my goddamn father! Whatever happened to loving me? Ever since mom died, you've been like this! Why? WHY? I HATE YOU!"
She ran out of the marble floored hall of the palace, trying hard to hold back the hot tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks at any moment.
This was not the way she'd wanted it to go. She'd wanted to remind her dad of the old times, when he used to call her his muse and ruffle her hair and tell her stories; before her mother died. Mom had used to put make-up on her in silly patterns, and then she'd go squealing to Daddy, who'd laugh and cuddle her. Today, she'd thought her make-up would elicit a laugh, or even a small smile, from him. She had been sadly mistaken.
Her heart ached with sadness, with the old pain of losing her mother, with the new pain of her father wanting to be rid of her. The only thing she could think of now was to run, far, far away.
Riven whacked determinedly at a particularly stubborn trunk. He was almost positive that it hadn't been this hard yesterday. Or the day before.
Ugh. He had to rest if he wanted to keep cutting the wood down. He sat down on the debris covered floor, and took a long draft from his canteen. As he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, something glowing faintly caught his eye. It came from the tree he'd been struggling to cut down. He scooted closer, peering inquisitively at the bark, trying to detect the flash again.
His surprised scream echoed ominously through trough the small grove of trees.
A/N: So, what doya think? Like, hate, whatever, just review please!
And for those of you that are bugging me for not updating Is Love Really Forever? and To Love a Traitor, SORRY!
I'm really running on a tight schedule, and I'm out of good ideas. An update will be up as soon as I can manage. Until then, SIT TIGHT and please DO NOT send me anymore messages or I will go insane! Thank you. :)