There were olden days in the Forbidden Cities, so why couldn't there have been olden days in the Lost Cities?
I'm Project-Moonlark and you are here to embark on yet another fanfiction journey with me. Let's travel back in time :)
SOPHIE SMILED AS PRINCESS BIANA twirled in front of her mirror in her new purple gown.
"I love it! How did you learn to sew, so?"
Sophie giggled. "One of the seamstresses."
"Really? That's so cool! Who was it?"
"Oh, Lihn."
"Lihn?" Biana asked. "Ah, yes, Lihn Song! That pretty girl. I've always loved her looks. And she's such a darling. Say, why don't we have her up here?"
"She's working currently, your Highness."
Biana frowned. "Sophie, I know you're my lady, but you're my friend first. You needn't address me in such a way."
Sophie laughed. "But I have to!"
"Not if I order you not to," she said with a wink.
Sophie rolled her eyes. "Of course, Princess Biana."
"Hey!"
She giggled. "What? You said if you command me to. You haven't commanded me to."
Biana put her hands on her hips. "Fine. I command you to use my proper name."
"But your proper name would be your Highness or Princess B-"
"Sophie!" she groaned.
Sophie giggled. "Alright. Biana. My friend."
"There are no boundaries between us, you know, " she said. "I am no more important than you. Society may say a princess is to be put above you, but . . ."
Sophie smiled, grateful. "Thank you."
Biana nodded. "No problem. Now . . ."
"What?"
"I have a choice," Biana explained. "I can either work on my etiquette, or I can give you a makeover."
"Etiquette, please," Sophie said with wide eyes.
"Nope!" she decided. "We're totally doing a makeover. Why don't you sit down on my bed?"
The princess began to rifle through her wardrobe, seeing if any of her gowns would look good on Sophie.
"Biana, what if your poise tutor comes in here? He'll be angry and tell the king and queen."
"You know mom and dad love me. They won't be angry," Biana countered, pulling out a white gown.
Sophie buried her face in her hands. "Please, no, Biana," she begged.
"Yes! It'll look perfect." Biana sighed dramatically when Sophie didn't answer. "Pweeeeeaaaaase?" she pouted, batting her eyelashes and puffing out her lower lip.
Sophie peeked through her fingers and saw Biana's sad face. "Ugh. Fine," she gave in, flopping on the bed.
"Thank you!" the princess exclaimed, coming and sitting behind Lady Sophie.
Biana grabbed a brush and undid Sophie's long braid, causing her to wince. "Ouch! Biana!"
"Sorry," she cringed, brushing through the knots. "Do you ever brush this blonde catastrophe?"
Sophie shrugged and clenched her teeth as Biana continued to brush unmercifully.
"Well, then maybe that's the reason!" Princess Biana teased. "When was this braid put in?"
"Uhh . . . two days ago? I was at the archery range."
"Again?" Biana asked incredulously. "I don't get why you go there all the time. You seem to like it."
Sophie nodded and winced when that pulled her haid tighter. "You know I'm not one for the gowns and makeup and tea and royal balls and-"
"Oh, trust me, I know," Biana laughed.
"Then if you know, why are you making me do this?" Sophie countered.
The princess smirked.. "It's fun. Plus, I don't have a sister to do this with. Anyways, you positive that wasn't the only reason you went to the archery range?" Biana asked, wiggling her eyebrows though Sophie could not see them.
"What do you . . . What do you mean by that?"
"I know quite a few certain boys who happen to be down there a lot."
Sophie blushed madly and cleared her throat at the memories.
Yes, there were boys down there, but they were her friends. Nothing more. Honestly! There was Biana's older brother named Fitzroy, but Sophie had become accustomed to calling him Fitz.
He had a charming smile, tall stature, toned frame and dark hair. What was really something were his eyes, though.
They were a striking teal that rivaled the glass you could find on the shore of a beach that always sent her heart into a frenzy.
Then there was a stable boy/farmer boy with the most adorable dimpled smile and red hair who went by the name of Dexter. He always hung out with another teenage boy with balck hair and bangs gone by the name of Tam.
Well, Sophie, not caring for use of formal names, called Dexter, Dex. His periwinkle eyes seemed like they belonged with the wildflowers in the meadow.
But while he was attractive and kind and worked with one of Sophie's most favorite animals, he was not a romantic interest to her. More like her best friend, actually.
Then there was a knight, or more like a knight-in-training named Keefe. He had artfully styled blonde hair that Sophie couldn't figure out how he had the time to fix. His eyes were a mesmerizing ice blue that seemed to even make her heart shiver. (Get it? Ice blue?)
His body wasn't as tall as Fitz's, but was a couple centimeters under, still way too tall for Sophie's 5 foot height. As a knight, he obviously had muscles that Sophie tried not to get distracted by. But it was a little hard when he would wink at her and tease her if her eyes even flashed to somewhere like his arms for a split second. Then he'd tease her for blushing.
"Just because I converse with males does not mean I'm in love with them, Biana," she tried to convince through clenched teeth as the princess started pulling her hair into a fishtail braid.
"Mhmm," she said, not at all convinced. "Well, anyways, there's a ball coming up this next week," she announced.
"Oh dear," Sophie moaned.
"What?"
"A castle room full of women in gowns and flirtatious, sometimes drunk, men. Joy," she drawled sarcastically.
"It won't be all adults," Biana said. "It's actually, kind of . . ." Biana paused from her braiding momentarily.
"Kind of . . ?" Sophie prodded.
Biana laughed nervously. "For me?"
"WHAT?" Sophie asked, clenching the sheets of the bed in her hands in shock.
Biana nodded and continued to braid. "Dad says I'm to be wed."
"Wed?" Sophie repeated. "At eighteen?"
"Yeah. It's tradition."
"But . . . they're not even gonna die, for like, 100,000 more years! Probably more than that!"
"But the kingdom will be passed on beforehand," Biana reminded. "And, I could marry one from another kingdom as a treaty."
Sophie sighed and huffed. "Right."
Biana had begun to stick flowers in her friend's braid until her small tantrum. "What?" she asked, concerned, setting down the flowers.
"I'm not a princess, Biana. I'm a lady. You're my only family. And if you get married and move off or something . . . "
Biana's heart sunk. "You're like a sister to me. You think i'm leavinf you?"
"Why wouldn't you?" Sophie asked, venom in her voice. "I'm the freaky girl with brown eyes. I manifested when I was five because I slipped on that stupid cobblestome in the streets and bashed my head. Your parents obviously want me gone, too. They didn't adopt me or anything. They took me in, but left me an orphan."
Biana felt infinitely horrible for her friend. "Sophie. . . we love you."
"No, you don't," she snapped.
Biana tried to cheer her up. "I do, too. I'm using my favorite flower pins in your hair."
Sophie crossed her arms.
The princess sighed, defeated. She went back to placing floor pins in Sophie's braid, contemplating what to say. "I remember when I first saw you," she said quietly after a few minutes of silence. "I was so happy. I thought you were my sister. I remember playing with you. I also remember being envious of your eyes at one point."
Sophie cleared her throat. "Where did your parents find me?" she croaked.
"On their doorstep," Biana answered. "You were in a basket with a little name tag."
"It said . . .?"
Biana nodded. "Sophie Foster."
She swallowed. "Why do you think my parents gave me up?"
Biana shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't have an answer. Maybe they didn't have enough money?"
Sophie looked at the ground sadly. "Maybe . . ."
Or maybe they were scared of my eyes.
Sophie was snapped back into the present when biana said, "You know, one day I want them to make everyone some kind of system or whatever that has enough money for them to support them their whole lives."
Sophie chuckled. "How would you do that?"
Biana but her lip in thought. "Hmm . . . I'm not quite sure."
"What would you call it?"
"Let's see. Uhhh. Ooh! Birth funds!"
"Birth funds?" Sophie repeated. "No offense Biana, but I don't think that would work."
She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You're right. A world can never be perfect. But I can dream!"
"Yes, yes you can."
"So, you coming to that ball?"
Sophie's spirits dropped a little again at the mentioning of it. But she perked up. "Alright. I can't miss you finding your future husband, can I? What would you be without an awkward third carriage wheel?"
Biana giggled, finishing Sophie's braid for good. She made Sophie turn around to face her. "You're my awkward third carriage wheel. Friends?"
Sophie hugged Biana in a tight grip. "Friends."
I have way too many fanfics that I need to update, and now I've added on another
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I'm smart. ;)
