Hello, everyone! Medusa, here, back with another story! I'm still writing on "Love is Beautiful", but I had the idea for this story, and couldn't pass up writing it!

Enjoy!

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"Show yourself!" I hear the ring of a painfully familiar voice shout to me.

This is it.

Now or never.

I'm about to reveal my existence to the one man I've been avoiding for YEARS.

"How did I get into such a position" you ask? Well, I'll have to go back in time to tell you. Waaaay back.

It all started on a clear summer afternoon. I'd heard the rumors of a possible lizard army threat from the palace guards. You see, I'm a princess. Not of Thundera, mind you. Thundera only had two princES; Tygra and Lion-O. I'm a tiger princess. Many people believed that the tiger species had mostly died out, but it wasn't so. Others did not know of our existence, high in the mountains north of the kingdom of Thundera.

I came from the "Balrajïv" clan. The way our order of nobility works is there is a tiger "Majaraj", or king who is the main ruler, and there are about ten clans under him. There are two main rulers between two split clans, the "Balrajïv" clan, and the "Javan" clan.

I belong to the Balrajïv clan, who was last ruled by the great Majaraj known as Rajïv Savïdo. He had four sons, the eldest being named Balraj Savïdo, second eldest named Sammohan Savïdo, second youngest Ravïd Savïdo and the youngest being Dargo Savïdo. Naturally, Balraj being eldest, was in line for the throne, but he had OTHER..."interests" he was pursuing, currently. Large chested, long legged, pouty lipped "interests". Okay, I'll just say it strait out: he was a heartbreaker/man-whore combination.

All of the princes were very, VERY attractive - like, seriously attractive- but the eldest who had the most responsibility acted like a goofy teenager, half the time.

Anyway, as I was saying before, there are the different orders of nobility.

1: Majaraj

2: the Majaraj's offspring

3: any co-ruler under him (aka, other kings/chieftains)

4: government officials; i.e. money handlers, diplomats, market monitors, etc.

5: and last but not least, the Guards.

I was the eldest of the daughters of the Chieftain, Cairid Mondalï. I had sisters; Spring, a thin framed, fairly tall, beautiful tigress, Summer a curvy-thin, tall, and gorgeous faced golden tigress, Autumn, who had a darker, richer colored coat than Summer or Spring, a fairly tall height, and a thin frame with moderate hips and an unbelievably small waist-line, and, not to mention absolutely perfect facial features, and then there was me.

I was plain, compared to them. During my teenage years, I was a bit chubby, and I had an oval shaped baby-fat covered face, with naturally pitch-black rimmed eyes. Pitch-black rimmed and quite massive ice-blue eyes. By the time I was eighteen, people guessed my age to be only thirteen, because of my huge eyes and baby-fat face. I was always moderately tall, but I was chubby enough that it didn't really show.

I had snow-white fur, with pitch-black stripes, white-gloved paws where the white reached to my elbows, as well as white hind-paws that went up to just below my knee, where the stripes slowly faded into view from off-white, to grey, to black. My hair was long, down to my upper thigh, and a mixture of stormy-black and lightning-white. It was blended in so much that it looked kind of like greyish-ash, instead of black and white, but when you separated the different strands, you could tell. As for my name? I'll tell you later, but I believe you're smart enough to catch on as to what it might be, even before I say.

As I was saying before, our kingdom had heard of the threats to Thundera, but we didn't take them seriously.

This particular afternoon, I was sixteen, sitting outside of the palace in the beautiful thriving forest-like kingdom below. I wandered the streets often, mostly because I was the least remembered of the sisters. I might've been eldest, but I wasn't anything particularly special. Honestly, if it weren't for the "eldest-must-be-in-line-for-the-throne" rules, I think father would have made Autumn his heir. She was a year younger than me, but people often thought she was eldest, and that she'd make a far better queen than "that plain, white, brat" of a sister she had.

I smelled something delicious in one of the vendors I passed, and just had to buy a bit to share with my sisters.

"Three, please." I told the lady working the stand, holding up a sack of coins.

"That'll be thirteen coins." the lady stated with a kind smile.

I fished through the sack, and produced the payment she asked for.

"Thank you, young lady. Have a nice day!" she chirupped.

"You too!" I sent her a smile over my shoulder, as I dashed home to share the contents of the bag with my sisters. Unfortunately, at that moment I wasn't paying attention, I managed to run smack into the chest of someone.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry! I didn't see-"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't princess fatass, herself." I heard an all too familiar voice state with malicious glee.

"Oh, no." I silently groaned. It was HIM. The biggest jerk in Tigaera. A very attractive, but incredibly hateful guy known by the name of Shalo Gondara. He was actually a fairly nice guy to everyone, and even to me at one time, but a year ago, after I spread some rumors to the girl he was interested in -I let jealousy get the better of me, okay? I wish I could reverse it, but I can't- rumors that made him sound like a bully specifically, he decided, and I quote, that "If that's what I thought of him, that's what he'd be to me". He hasn't layed off the teasing since, only finding new and creative ways to practically break me. He knew how to strike a nerve and boy did he ever strike them. I miss his friendship, and how we were before, but I can't change anything, now.

"What's kitty got in the bag? A sack full of extra fat for her already massive ass?"

that disgusting prick goaded.

"Go away, Shal." I groaned.

"Aww, but I wanted to play. Besides, I'm hungry right now, and you really look like you could stand to lose quite a few pounds. Mind if I relieve you of them?" he mock asked, snatching the bag of hot cakes from me.

"Hey! Give those back! I was gonna give them to my sisters!" I yelled, jumping up trying to reach the bag that he held just high enough it was out of my reach.

He laughed at my antics, of which served to make him hold the bag just in my reach, and then quickly snap it up when I reached for it.

"Aww, so jealous you're trying to make them fat now? Well, I care enough for your sisters to not let you do that. Besides, not just anyone has such nice, firm asses and legs as they do. I've often wondered how tight they are..." he said, seemingly going into a daydream just thinking about it.

"Shut up, idiot! Those are my sisters you're talking about!" I roared, disgusted with this perverted idiot. "You. Will. Not. Touch. Them." I growled.

Unfortunately, he didn't take me seriously, only laughing at my coded threat.

"Or what? You'll sit your fat ass on my head?" he sneered. "Oh. Oh no. Please, don't let fatzilla sit on my head!" he cowered in mock fear, while his band of loyal followers just laughed their asses off.

I growled, slowly feeling my sanity break. One more joke. Just one more freaking joke, and he's dea-

"Give me the bag, Shal," a deep voice interrupted my train of thought, that was currently focused on the many ways to castrate a tiger male with a rusty knife. Who did that voice belong to? Wait... is that-

"Dargo? What the hell are you doing here?!" Shal voiced my very thoughts out loud.

My gosh, the Prince is PERFECT! Gorgeous eyes, perfect strait strong nose, thick lips, perfectly strait, thick and white fangs, long black eyelashes, perfectly arched eyebrows, beautiful stormy-blue eyes, well-defined thick and strong jawline, messy spiked shiny black hair, gorgeous, muscular, incredibly well-toned body... mm... delicious...

"Visiting this tribe. Why? Is the son of the Majaraj not allowed to do that? Are there laws against it? It seems that I'd know if there were any..." he stated, dryly, interrupting my reverie.

"But- I-I mean-"

"I'm looking into the possibility of marriage that the Chieftain proposed to me. My father is considering letting me court the beautiful Princess Autumn," he stated, simply, interrupting Shal's unfinished sentence.

At that moment, I almost zoned out entirely. Father was already considering Autumn's marriage? Usually eldest got married, first. I should be "considered for marriage"! But, of course, I'm too fat and plain for any worthy males to be interested. Especially someone as incredible as the Majaraj's son.

Majaraj's son! Oh my ancestors, I looked at him!

You see, generally, a lower ranking female of my status is not allowed to look upon the Majaraj or his sons or daughters or wives, much less speak to them, unless ordered to by them. And I just broke that rule. I don't know if I could've broken it any worse! I practically OGLED him.

Ooh, ancestors, take me now.

"Now, are you going to give me the bag?" Dargo asked, a hint of warning in his beautiful, silky, deep voice...

Reluctantly, and with a slight glare at the ground, Shalo handed it to him.

"Thank you, for your cooperation." Dargo smirked.

Oh, ancestors, I'm looking again! I really need to stop!

I immediately snapped my gaze to the ground, praying he didn't catch me looking.

"Here you go." he purred softly to me trying to hand me the bag, which was hard to grab when you couldn't see it.

I accidentally grabbed his wrist instead, and nearly had a freak-out. I gasped sharply, trying to apologize while not speaking at the same time.

"Oh, for Pete's sake. Just look up and grab the bag," Dargo said, exasperatedly. "It's not like you didn't look before, anyway."

I immediately snapped my gaze to him -an undoubtedly horrified look on my face- to see him smiling devilishly, as I attempted to pick up my jaw that had just dropped to the floor.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry feeling before I started my blabbing, which I could pretty much never quell.

"O-oh... my gosh. I'm sooo sorry! I-wasn't-thinking-and-I-guess-I-just-kind-of-stared-so-yeah-sorry!" I rambled off as fast as an auctioneer.

He chuckled, smirking his famous smirk and said, "You're fine. I never really understood the rules, anyway. I won't tell of that occurrence, if you won't," he flashed me a short wink that turned my stomach to mush and my knees to jelly.

"U-um, sure. Yeah, no problemo. Won't tell a soul," I promised, my hand drawing an 'X' across my heart and my face feeling hotter than the Caracarian deserts.

"Okay. Mind if I accompany you back to the palace? Me and my father have a meeting with Chieftain Cairid," he stated.

"U-um, no I don't mind," I stuttered politely.

"Alright, then. Let's go, shall we?" he smiled.

"Of course," I said, and we were off, heading for the palace, all the while I was trying to keep back the squeal that was threatening to break past my lips. I was standing next to- no, I was actually WALKING with THE PRINCE DARGO!

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Tell me at least one of you got the quote from "The Avengers"? C'mon, guys. Black Widow's jab at Loki? No? Oh, well. If you did get it, meet me know in a review!