Summary: Musa is in an arranged marriage to save the throne. With her two best friend's help, can she get through this?
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Flora looked on disapprovingly as Musa peeled off the sticky and attacked the earring to her ear, making sure it was in line.
"How'd you get out of piercing your ears anyway?" Tecna asked, laughing.
"Bribed the people. Besides, if Dad's gonna marry me off to some stuffed shirt, then I'm gonna give it what I got." Her best friend, Musa, replied. "And, Cousin Stella wanted to choose the earrings, and introduced Dad to this Prince. So it tworks her off at the same time."
Flora shook her head, while Tecna laughed. "Musa, why must you do this?" Flora asked.
"Two reasons. One, my grandparents want to unite whatever realm with us because it's apparently a powerful one. They want the Nebula to be better than Sparks. Two, if I agree to this, that Galatea won't be able to take the thrown. We are the same age, but I'm close in blood to our grandparents. Oh, and I'll have more decisions over the Nebula because I come from here. Not only that, but according to most girls, he's a 'Sex God' and Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa want a heir, to the thrown after I take it."
Flora nodded in understanding. "Why are there so few children here? I mean, I think there's 5 toddlers, 2 babies, and 3 teenagers at the last count."
"Something with us becoming Sirens if we 'breed' to much. It's a stupid rule, but it's one of the oldest of the Nebula." Musa sighed. "I have to go. I can't believe you two can't come with me to meet him!"
"Oh, maybe we can." Flora grinned and pushed Musa out of the room, whispered something, and she and Tecna burst into giggles.
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Any guesses who the prince is?