I own nothing!
Merida's POV
In the throne room
I struggled to sit down in this accursed dress. I finally got in it and fell back, my mother immediately told me to up straight, as a princess is supposed to. In a small act of defiance I pulled a strand of hair out and in front of my face, which Mother corrected and went to her throne to await the arrival of the clans. This is not going to happen, I pulled the strand of hair out again. "We would like to announce the arrival of the clans-" he was cut off when the door flew open to reveal the three clan leaders with their clans following behind as bagpipes were played.
They came to a halt and Lord Dingwall said, "Hey!" and a stool was provided for him to stand as tall as the others. The clans cheered and Dad stood up to speak.
"So…here we are, uh, the four clans…gathering for,"
My mom stood up, "The presentation of the suitors!" Dad followed along and the clans cheered, "Clan Macintosh."
"Your majesty, I present my heir and sire, who defended our and from the northern invaders and , with his own sword…" Young Macintosh began swinging his sword, posed and eyed me, yuck. I hid my face as best I could.
"Clan McGuffin," a cheer rang out.
"Your majesty, I present my oldest son, the scuffle of the Viking long ships and, with his bare hands, vanquished 2,000 foes," I peered over at Young McGuffin who held up a small log only to break it in half with ease.
"Clan Dingwall," another cheer.
"I present my only son," he gestured to a strong man next to him, "Who was besieged by 10,000 Romans, and he took out a whole armada singlehandedly, with one arm he-" the clan leader revealed his son was really a wee lad who was standing behind the other man, "with one arm he was steering the ship, and with the other he held his mighty sword."
I don't believe it, "Lies!" one of the Macintosh yelled. The leaders began insulting then a fight broke out between the three clans, I rolled my eyes while my dad laughed at the scene before him.
"Alright, alright, Shut it! Now that's all done, you've had you're go at each other, show a little decorum and no more fighting!" But another fight broke out, this time my dad jumped in, so my mom had to stop the outbreak.
"Ahem, no where were we. Now in accordance with our laws, by the right of our heritage, only the first born of each of the great leaders may be presented as champion and thus compete for the hand of the princess of Dunbroch." I was thinking of a plan, I would not be married off, "To win the hand of the fair maiden, they must prove their worth by feats of arms or strength in the games. It is customary that the challenge be determined by the princess herself-"
"Archery! Archery!" everyone stared at me, I composed myself saying, "I choose, archery."
At the games
The horn blew, showing the games were about to begin. "It's time," Dad yelled to the crowd.
"Archers to your marks! And may the lucky arrow find it's target," Oh it will, I made sure my bow was hidden behind my throne.
"Ay, get on with it!" Young McGuffin missed by a mile, Young Macintosh cam close, and Wee Dingwall, surprisingly, hit the exact center, Now it's my turn, I reached to pick up my bow while the crowd celebrated until we heard another horn blow.
A cloaked figure walked up from behind Young McGuffin, they removed the cloak to reveal... a girl…