A/N: I wrote this for the TV Prompt Challenge # 7: Dopplegangland. I just loved this idea of the team being royalty. Hope you enjoy.
"Madam, we can not seem to be able to find the Princess." Sir Rossi bowed to the Queen.
"Well good sir, you must try harder. King Richard and I are throwing a ball so Princess Emily may be able to find a suitor." Queen Elizabeth told her best knight. Sir Rossi bowed and left the front hall of the palace.
"Oh Emily, where have you gone this time?" Queen Elizabeth murmured to herself. Then louder, she said,
"No, no, no the statues must go over there," to a servant busy decorating for the night's grand ball.
Meanwhile, Princess Emily and her Lady-in-Waiting, Jennifer, were taking a walk around the palace grounds.
"Oh, Jennifer, I can not understand why my mother insists upon marrying me off so soon. I would love to see the world first." The raven-haired princess sighed. Her friend said,
"Well, your mother just wants to make sure you are taken care of. It is all in your best interest, Emily." Emily scoffed. She didn't actually care what her mother thought. This ball she was throwing was just for show, to make sure that she liked the man they planned on marrying Emily off to.
"My mother wants to control my life. That is all she wants and she does not care about my personal happiness and you know that Jennifer." The lady-in-waiting gave a small smile to her companion,
"Maybe this time will be better? You never know." Emily shook her head.
"Mother must have sent Sir Rossi out looking for me, we had best be getting back now."
"Keep your chin up, you may find the one yet."
"That is easy for you to say. You are betrothed to Sir William. He is a most dashing fellow." Princess Emily said with a smile. This caused Lady Jennifer to blush a pale shade of pink and smile. The two women hurried back into the castle.
"Emily, THERE you are darling. Sir Rossi has been all over the castle looking for you. Lady Penelope has your new gown for tonight waiting in your chambers. Please go and try it on." Queen Elizabeth hurried her daughter and her lady-in-waiting out of the front hall and up the staircase.
"Lady Penelope, the Princess is here for her fitting." The queen announced as they made their way into the royal chambers. Lady Penelope smiled. She was a blonde woman who always had a smile for the Princess, ever since she was a little girl. In truth, the princess had looked for Lady Penelope when she had problems, a fact that hurt the Queen deeply. For, it wasn't the Queen's fault she was so cold-hearted. Her own mother had been that way and she knew of nothing else. Princess Emily had made a vow never to be like her mother towards her own children but, more like Lady Penelope.
"Ah, my child. Come, come, I have a lovely dress for you tonight. The gentlemen will be tripping over their feet to get to you." She gave the Princess a small smile.
"Thank you Lady Penelope. It is truly a lovely gown." And it was.
The gown fell to the floor in streams like a river. Its blood red velvet fabric looked stunning against the Princess' black hair. Tiny gold threads laced the bodice, giving Princess Emily an even smaller waist than she had now. Bell sleeves came to a point at the middle finger and a small loop of thread would hook around the finger, keeping the sleeves from sliding up. It was a magnificent dress and Lady Penelope was right; the gentlemen would be throwing themselves at the Princess throughout the evening.