Choose Your Own Romance
A/N: Ever just not been able to decide which fanfiction to read because you couldn't decide which character you wanted to be paired with the lead? Problem solved: Choose Your Own Romance.
At the end of each "page" you will come to either a "choice", a "default", or "The End", proceeded by the page number your Romance continues on. There are a variety of pairings and stories to choose from, not to mention a few fatal endings, so make each decision wisely! Joyful days and happy readings!
Love,
Stor-E-Phool
(pg. 1) The sunbeams streaking in through the holes in the shutters were warm as they poured onto my woolen covers, and I yawned. The birds chirped in the trees outside as I pushed my blankets off to the foot of my bed to escape their toasty confines. I swing my bare feet out of bed and onto the rough wooden floor and take in another long yawn, stretching my arms as far above and behind me as I could, then let them fall at my sides. Strands of my wild red hair poked in at the fringes of my vision and I yawned.
"Good morning," I told myself with a crackly morning voice, and I grabbed a drink from the glass of water on my nightstand. I tried my voice again, "Good morning," and it sounded more clear. My lips twitched into a vague smile and I pulled myself to my feet to begin tackling my hair with the comb.
Today had potential. I could feel it from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head: if I decided to make it so, today could be the single most amazing day of my life. On the other hand, that also meant that this day may very well turn out horrendously: it all depended on me and my decisions.
As I chewed on this thought, I gave my wiry, red hair a final tug and moved to my wardrobe as I shed my white, lacey night gown. Opening the pine wood doors, I find fresh clothes from Mother awaiting me, and I hurriedly adorn them, feeling the soft leather armor fit snugly over my midsection and chest. I could already hear the clanging of pans and smell the aroma of eggs wafting up from the kitchens. People would already be finding their seats for breakfast in the Mess Hall, and... and he would be there.
As I finished my morning rituals, feeling peppy and bright, I stopped by my jewlry box to drip a single drop of lily scent on my wrist, just in case I got the opportunity to see him today. Rubbing my wrists together, the hybrid smell of bacon and lilies hitting my nose, I dash out the door of my tower and down the cobblestone steps to arrive in the Royal Garden. The birds and the bees were in the air, in more than one way, the plants were a splendid green color, and I cut through the center of the garden to get to the Mess Hall sooner.
The people of Kippernium Castle were already chattering away, waiting for the little raven-haired cook, Pepper, to arrive with pans full of eggs, meat and toast. I scanned the Mess Hall for an adequate place to sit, and there were only two seats open...
A. Hmm... Sir Ivon is closest to the food... ...(pg. 2)
B. Oh, no! Patrol with Dragon! I forgot! ...(pg. 3)
C. I'll sit with my friends! ...(pg. 4)