Hehe...heeeyyyy fellow reviewers... Er, please don't kill me? I know it's another fic but I just had to! I had this idea when I was driving back home from my aunt who lives out of state.
This fic is (or will be) part of a triolgy. Each story in the trilogy will have five chapters. Updates will be on Mondays and Fridays. The fic might just end up being a long multi-chapter though... We'll see.
Thank you in advanced for reviewing (that means your suppose to review, I leave you with no other choice) :)
(Warning!: the beginning of the chapter is mostly a description of what some of the rooms in the palace are like.)
Sometimes things don't happen the way they were planned. Or life takes it's own course. Maybe somethings that you want to happen, happens. Life is a mysterious thing. Even if somethings don't seem fair, they lead to good things. Life has a plan, and you need to just trust it..
The interior of the palace was mostly painted different shades of red and orange and white. The walls always seemed flawless, not a speck of paint missing.
The ceiling was high. It was framed with white in most rooms. In the dinning room and ballrooms there were murals painted.
The mural, upon the ceiling, in the dinning room was full of bright colors.
It was an angle. In a garden, upon the clouds. It floated peacefully among the purple tulips, read roses, pink poppies, yellow sunflowers, blue carnations, green vines...
The angle had brunette locks. They reached past it's shoulders. There was a soft pink flower in it's hair, attached to a crown of vines. The brown hair was slightly wavy. It blew with the wind. It's elegant dress was a darker pink with a hint of purple or maroon. The angle held the hem of the dress with one hand; allowing the other side the fall to it's ankles.
The angle was tan. It had soft green eyes, and light red lips. The wings were white, and golden. They were small but beautiful.
In the ballrooms, the murals were mostly of wild life. One was a panting of a deer, another of the lion with the lamb. There was a bunny in one. And plants, waterfalls, rainbows.
The floors were marble mostly; some wooden. The bedrooms, though, had soft carpet.
The prince's room was painted a soft red color. The floor was tan carpet, neatly cleaned. The bed was queen sized, with a dark orange comforter and matching pillows. A chest was at the end of the bed. It was an antique, filled with extra bedding.
There was also a desk by the window, in the room. The curtains were brown. The desk was peach.
A grand closet was also placed with the room.
The princess' room was much different. It had lilac walls. The carpet was a nicely picked shade of pure white. She, too, had a queen sized bed. It had a salmon comforter, with ivory colored pillows.
She had a ivory vanity. The vanity held her supply of make-up, and hair accessories.
She also had a large closet, attached to her large bed room.
Byrdyah marched through the lit halls of the tall palace. Based on her facial expression she did not seem happy; at all. Her perfectly curled hair blew behind her as she stormed towards the servants quarters.
She was in a violet gown that stop a few inches above her ankles. With a matching ribbon tide as a head band, letting the rest of her dirt blonde hair fall back into it's naturally perfect curls. To finish the look she wore white studs on her ears, and white flats.
She got mad very easily. Byrdyah was always use to having things her own way. She was what most people would call a brat. A rich, fifteen-year-old, brat.
This time she was mad because, Mr. Kern, her personal butler, didn't come when she rang her bell. She had made this system were when she rang her silver bell, Mr. Kern would come to her assistance.
She came storming into the tiny living room, provided by her parents to the staff. "I rang, Mr. Butt!" she yelled, coming face to face with a tall, well dressed man.
"That is hardly lady like, ma'am. I also thought we agreed on a last name basis." the man said curtly. Byrdyah had been calling her butler Mr. Butt since she was only four-years. It had stuck ever since, to Mr. Kerns' dismay.
Byrdyah's face grew hot. "Is that any way to speak to your principle?!" she cried out. Mr. Kern very well knew her, and also knew she had anger issues... On a very high level.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." he apologized, though he wished he could smack her.
"You didn't come!" She screamed again. She kept complaining about how she rang, yet he never showed up. "Please calm down, ma'am."
"Calm down? Calm dow-"
She was interrupted by some one else walking in the room. "What's all the racket..." the voice stopped once they saw the scene happening. The person was Byrdyah's elder brother, the prince, Fiyero. "Byrdy. I should have known." he grumbled.
Byrdyah turned to see her brother. "I thought I told you not to call me that stupid nickname! I'm not a bird!" she cried.
"Sorry sis, but that's not gonna happen." Fiyero chuckled. His little sister might be a brat, but she sure made him laugh. "Now what's the yelling about this time?"
The princess growled then stormed away. Fiyero look over at mister Kern. "She rang..."
"Sorry pal. There isn't really anything I can do about her."
"Byrdy?" Fiyero said softly. He was leaning against the door frame of his sisters room. And like expected, the princess had her face buried in the pillows on her bed. He could hear quiet sniffles.
"Go away, Yero." Brydyah shouted. She wasn't in the mood to talk to her brother. Or any one.
Fiyero stepped into the room. He sat at the edge of her bed and patted her shoulder. "Byrdy?" he hummed. She swatted his hand away. "What's wrong? Why did you ring for mister Kern, anyway?"
She peek at her brother for a brief moment before rolling onto her back and perching herself on her elbows. "I actually w-wanted him to find you, a-and tell you to come here." she admitted. Then sneezed.
Fiyero nodded. "Well I'm here now. So, what did you wanna tell me sis?" Fiyero wiped the tears away, from under Byrdyah's eyes.
"I wanted to tell you. T-Trenton... Broke up with me. Again." she started to cry again. A little hard this time but Fiyero quieted her down, quickly. "A-and now Zirema and him are an idem. She isn't even pretty! I'm by far prettier than her. Why can't he see that?!"
Fiyero raised an eyebrow, "maybe she is nicer to him? You are kinda of...not the brightest in relationships." Fiyero choose his wording carefully.
"Yeah, but now Jaque is gonna start bugging me again!" Byrdyah complained.
"He isn't all that bad." Fiyero told her. Truly he had almost no idea who any of these teenage boys were, and didn't care. As long as his little sister was happy.
"Isn't that bad?!" she sniffed. "If hazel eyes isn't that bad to you." the princess choked out, like eye color meant everything.
Fiyero was about to say something but decided not. "Doesn't Trenton have hazel eyes?" Fiyero asked, confused. Eye color really didn't have much to do with if you should date someone, did it? Fiyero didn't think so.
"No. Trenton's eyes are clearly green." Byrdyah assured her older brother.
Fiyero just shrugged. What ever made his sister happy. "If you say so Byrdy. On a different note." he said changing the topic, "I'm going back to school again, next week."
"You go excepted into another school? There was another school?" she corrected herself. Her brother was well known for being kicked out of a school before the first day was over.
He shrugged again. "Dad and mum made a deal with the headmistress at Shiz..." he started to explain before Byrdyah interrupted him.
"The fish lady?"
Fiyero nodded. "Anyway, I'm excepted to go back as long as I cause no more havoc. And I have an assigned tutor." he finished explaining. "I hope the tutor is a girl, and I hope she's hot."
Byrdyah rolled her eyes at her brother.
Fiyero was right about the tutor being a girl. The girl being hot? Not so much...
The next morning Byrdyah woke up just to remember her brother was leaving early. She quickly rushed into the shower. Then dried off and slipped into an elegant green play dress, and had her maid help her tie her hair into a high bun.
She rushed down the stairs just in time to hug her brother goodbye.
"Well look who showed up." Fiyero said, playfully. Byrdyah stared at her brother for a brief moment then ran to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She secretly did miss her brother when he was gone, but Fiyero already knew her secret.
"Have fun in school. Because I'm gonna throw a big party while your gone, just to make you jealous." she told him. Fiyero laughed. He new she was only joking.
He slowly unwrapped her arms from around him. Soft blue eyes staring into deep azure eyes. "Bye byrdy." he said before climbing into the carriage.
"Bye!" she said waving. "I'll miss you." she whispered.
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