Author's note...
Been studying Atlantis in Ancient history at the moment, and this idea sprung into my head in the middle of class, which was exceedingly irritating as I shrieked and wished to flail. Also this is influenced by something I saw in Gladiator-if you've seen Gladiator then you'll probably understand after the first few chapters.
Ummm...I don't want to give away too much, but this is really creepy in parts-its for sixteen year olds and up definetely, ones who can deal with some really sinister and immoral plotlines, in no way am I condoning what some characters do, nor is it some creepy fetish of mine, I just thought this would be a lovely yet creepy phic idea.
Oooh, this is AU by the way...i think. You tell me-I'm kinda bad at classifying my phics-oneshots turn to novels, novels transform into songphics...its kinda sad...
But moving on, yadayadaya Phantom of the Opera is owned by Gaston Leroux, who is the freaking shizzle in my books, and Andrew Lloyd Webber wrote some pretty songs about it or something...(I'm really tired)
Anyhoo...
"Atlantian Masquerade"
Prologue
A child's laughter filled the courtyard and Queen Iuliana followed her three year old daughter Carmelia, who was giggling, holding a spoon in her hand, her long dark curls already shoulder length. Iuliana chased her, the both of the girls laughing as the mother caught the child, tickling her happily, as King Razvan entered, watching his wife and daughter as he chuckled.
"You're too lenient with her" he smiled and Iuliana picked up Carmelia, holding her in her arms, whispering in her ear.
"What? Could you be a tyrant to this face?" Iuliana giggled, turning herself and her daughter to her husband and Razvan shook his head.
"No, I have to admit that I could not raise my voice to this little one" he smiled, walking towards the two and hugging his wife and daughter.
"Papa" Carmelia exclaimed happily, running her hands through her father's short black beard, and his curly dark hair, much like her own.
"Hello Carmelia" he smiled, and kissed her upon the nose "you have the sweetest voice my dear, yes you do" and Carmelia giggled once more, but stopped as she saw him enter the doorway from the atrium into this courtyard.
A gangly, dark haired seven year old boy was staring from the doorway; tall for his age and tanned like the rest of his family. He stared at them blankly as Razvan and Iuliana discussed the latest politics, still holding his sister Carmelia between them.
This son Razvan, named for his father, was a curious boy, forever quiet and keeping to himself, playing alone, though a perfectly attractive boy with a loving family and wealthy position, he eyed his sister carefully as she stared at him warily; she would be so very beautiful.
His chocolate brown eyes fell upon his mother now; a thin woman with a sufficient bosom and hips, beautiful curly dark hair falling to her waist. Iuliana was wearing a white silk robe as she always did; pinned accordingly but floaty enough that a shoulder may occasionally to reveal part of her chest. Her smile was very stunning and she was the only one of the Royal family of Atlantis to have bright blue eyes.
Carmelia shook and pointed, fearful of this odd brother of hers.
"Raz" Carmelia exclaimed, pronouncing all she could of his name and their parents turned to see their daughter in their arms staring curiously at the cold eyed son.
Pulling away from the group, King Razvan held out his hand to his peculiar son, smiling with encouragement.
"Son, do you wish to accompany me to the chariot racing now?" he asked kindly and Razvan stared impassively at him.
"Alright"
Turning, the father kissed his wife goodbye and left with his small son as the intent Carmelia waved goodbye.
With this little Razvan stopped and turned to look at Carmelia once more before he left, and he smirked; he was the eldest Prince of the most powerful empires in the world, and, one day he would be king. One day he would command all, even her.