This story is called 'Counterfeit Love,' why? 'Cause no one can fake it like the prince (It takes place post Amelia, though I have read all the way up to Cinderella 1)
Chapter 1- Bad beginnings
Graciel Maelin slept badly. Her hair was like a black threaded spider web, tangled and intricate and beautiful and enticing. Her brows were a bit furrowed together as if she was having a bad dream and her pouty lips mouthed horrid words of seduction. The young maiden was having a premonition, which was usual for this Gypsy princess. She turned in her sleep and her jewelry clanged softly, but echoed in the silence of the forest. In her premonition, a handsome but odd-looking blonde man seemed to be looking for something then spotted her. He did not smile, but merely approached. She was unafraid though something about the man seemed off. He seems harmless enough…. Though when she saw his nails she wasn't all that sure. She also saw the glimmer of a gun by his side.
She could feel herself step back and cover her face as much as she could with her hood, hiding her deadly features from him. However, he extended his hand. But something was wrong, deathly wrong, with him. She gasped and sat up. It was day and she stepped out of her tent to cool her feverish forehead, her hair caught the sun, it danced like fire in the unnatural wind.
Meanwhile the prince was at a loss for his new lead on a suitable bride. "I know, I shall go see a fortune teller…perhaps she can even tell me where Hansel and Gretel are…" Prince Ludwig smirked to himself. "Wilhelm!" He summoned his attendant. Wil, who was in the next room jumped and knocked over a basin full of water. He had been thinking of Lissette, or as she is now known as 'Red Riding Hood,' the professional assassin.
"C-coming!" Wilhelm stumbled into the room, towel in hand, and a small basin of water, which was splattered everywhere. He groaned, he would have to clean that up or the daughter of the inn-keeper would rush in just for a glimpse of the prince. How he loathed that. Besides, according to Prince Lui, she was just a B-cup and nothing to be interested in, he had called her 'homely.'
Prince Ludwig turned to Wilhelm and shut the book he was reading, his fingers rested against his cheek, seemingly in thought. "Idiot…." He scowled a bit. "What kept you?"
Wilhelm, meek and helpless as ever, looked around as if some invisible aid would swoop down and save him, none came. "Sorry, Prince! I-ack!" He fell backward as Prince Ludwig threw the book at him, it dug into his chest and he dropped the contents of the bowl instantly.
"Don't apologize, just don't do it again…and another thing. Ready the horses, we're going to see a fortune teller…." He stood and looked around for his clothes. "And be sure to close the door on your way out. I don't want you peeking at my beautiful body and have you lusting after me…"
"Yes, Prince Lui." Wilhelm groaned and sat up, hurriedly cleaning the water up and standing. He then laughed softly and stood, turning and exiting the room. "Whatever you say…" He chuckled before the door closed. And yet Prince Ludwig was still un-amused. He still had to avoid being caught off-guard by Hansel and Gretel.
Dorothea, meanwhile, was playing around with her trunk of things when she suddenly got a bad feeling. It was confirmed when Wilhelm walked up and started to get everything ready. "We're off again, aren't we?"