Hey peeps! This is my first teen titans fan-fic. Hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
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Full Summary: A royal ball is held in hopes of uniting the divided lands together to bring peace once and for all. But when the princess from the darkest land arrives, her haunting history will soon catch up to her, but that's not the only thing that's chasing her…
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Daylight swept across the lands, chasing away the tendrils of darkness, as the sun arose from its slumber. The rays of light spread all the way until it reached a lone castle in the midst of a dark, gloomy forest. Failing to brighten the shadowy loom, it trickled through the curtains of a certain window, where it came to rest on the sleeping figure that lay in its chambers. Soon, the light revealed the face of the sleeping beauty, as she rose from her bed and went to get dressed. Who is this beauty you might ask, she is none other than Princess Raven Roth, the daughter of the most feared demon king, Trigon, who rules the Dark Havens that lie in the Western Woods, the darkest place in Orglueith.
Raven had put on a simple cream coloured dress that complimented her ashen grey skin. She sat down at her small vanity table, brushing her long, mid-back, purple hair, when a knock on the door reached her ears.
"Come in," she said, her monotonous voice ringing softly throughout the chambers.
"Begging your pardon Milady, but this arrived not two days ago. I was afraid to say sooner but His Majesty might have found out. Please forgive me," the maid, Marie, said in a trembling voice, bowing low and extended her shaky hands to the young princess, a letter clutched in her grasp.
"Please do not fear me Marie. It is bad enough that my father is the most feared, I need not more of that. What does the letter say? The gist of it, if you don't mind."
"Yes Milady." The maid opened the letter. Scanning through its contents, she cried out, "There is to be a ball held in honour of His Majesty, King Grayson. It also says that the ball is held in hopes of uniting all the lands! How exciting Milady!"
"I agree, does it say how long the stay will be?" The princess asked in a hushed, dreamy voice, her eyes gazing out the misty window.
"Four months Milady. And guards will be here by nightfall to escort you there."
A sigh escaped the princess's lips as she got up and started to take out dresses and all sorts of other accessories and laid them out on her bed. Her maid, Marie, hurriedly dragged out an old leather trunk from under the bed, and started to pack the clothes neatly.
"Marie," Raven spoke up, looking her in the eye, "I want you to come with me. I feel safer with you around. You're the only one I can trust around here."
"But of course Milady, anything you wish, begging your pardon but let me pack my things quickly and I will return shortly."
With that, Marie excused herself from the room, leaving Raven alone with her thoughts. As she stared out her window, she wondered what it would be like in the North, where people didn't have to live in fear…
Meanwhile…
"But father! I must protest!"
"Hush my son! It is not for you to decide. I need to do this, or at least try to bring peace to this land! I am trying to help you, so you will not have to go through the struggles of war. You will also need to find a queen before you can be properly accepted as king! Understand that I do not wish this as much as you do but it has to be done."
"Yes father, I understand." The young prince bowed his head as he stood before his father, King Grayson of the Northern Plains. He turned his heel and headed out the door towards his chambers. His footsteps echoed through the large, arched hallway, before they came to a stop outside of a large wooden door. He quickly pushed the door open, and closed it silently after himself. Flopping himself onto his four poster bed, he heaved a sigh. The young prince was none other than Richard Grayson, the supposed heartthrob of the entire land. His icy blue eyes could pierce through the soul of any one, and melt their hearts of stone in an instant. To him, this was his flaw, for it was because of this that many princesses were falling for him for all the wrong reasons, all of whom he politely rejected. But now he would have to face them, and chose his bride out of the many hopefuls just so he could be accepted as king. Oh, how he hated it.
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Nightfall was just starting to set in as the occupants of the dark, worn castle settled in for the night. Two shadowy figures stood outside the palace doors, awaiting the arrival of their escorts. Their wait was short as they put their trunks into the cart the escorts brought, and climbed onto their horses.
"How long till we reach there?" The princess queried.
"We might be able to reach there by dawn, Milady. That is, if we ride swiftly. Is that alright Lady Raven?"
"Alright. Let's go." She patted her black horse, Priest, and urged it forward, followed by Marie in the cart and the escorts. They rode hard and fast into the pale moonlit night, praying that no foul creature would disturb them as they passed.
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It was dawn by the time Prince Richard awoke, the sun barely visible through the pale darkness. He got up to stretch himself and headed towards his balcony. Leaning against the stone banister, he closed his eyes, letting the soft breeze caress his skin and brush through his ebony hair, as the events from yesterday played back in his mind. He was soon brought out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" He said, in a rather annoyed tone.
"My apologies Sire, but one of your guests has arrived and His Majesty requests your presence." A feeble voice echoed from behind the twin doors.
"Very well. I shall be down in a moment," Richard replied, dismissing his servant. A guest? At this hour? Who in their right mind would come this early? He mused to himself, his feet leading him out of his chambers and down to the main hall, towards the main doors of the royal palace. The doors creaked themselves open, welcoming him with the sight of a hooded figure along with four escorts, and a young servant sitting in a cart with what looked like old, leather trunks.
"Greetings to you, I am Prince Grayson, and who might I have the honour of addressing?" Richard spoke with a tone of authority, yet there was a hint of gentleness in it as well. The hooded figure, much to the prince's surprise, spoke up in an oddly monotonous voice, "I am Princess Raven Roth of the Western Woods."
"Charmed," the prince kissed her hand lightly, his lips brushing against her pale, ashen grey hand. "And who might your companion be?"
"This is my servant. No offense Your Highness, but I trust her more with my belongings, that is, if His Majesty permits."
"But of course," Richard replied, his eyes fixed on the hooded figure, "Let my servants show you to your chambers. Pardon me, but I have some important matters to attend to. Good day, Your Highness."
With that, he bowed low, while the hooded figure curtsied, and turned his heel, walking down the long hallway back to his chambers. All through the conversation, he had felt a bit disturbed by the fact that the princess had kept her hood down, only revealing the tip of her nose and her small, but beautiful lips. I wonder what she looks like.
Curiosity got the better of him. He spun around, his eyes searching for any trace of her, but unfortunately, she was nowhere in sight. Heaving a sigh, the young prince trudged along the same path back to his room.
I guess I'll have to wait 'till tomorrow…
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