A/N: I want to take the time to let the reader know that this section is dying out and we need more fics and reviews to keep the writers going. so therefore, I want to tell you to read What's Left of Me by Requiem of Fire and More to the Story by Topaz Dragon. They're great fics, especially if you're a Mina fan.
Another great fic that you'll find in the SM/GW crossover section is Awakening by angelic aquarian. It's pretty unique and has both universes well connected.
Anyways, this story was inspired from the book 'Marie Antoinette the journey' by Antonia Fraser. So don't be put off by the flowery language spoken by the characters in royalty cause this story is set at the end of the 18th century.
Without furthur ado, I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: i do not own SM or GW.
Amy was a short girl and with huge ambitions. She planned to attend a great well known college and enter Cambridge University straight after to study medicine. It was always her dream to help people and she thought she was suitable since the course had many demands but she loved reading books that she would marry them if she had the chance!
Yes, she was timid and a tad bit too introverted to socialize with the other students but everything takes practice. What mattered to her was to continue chasing after her dreams lest they run faster then she can keep up.
"Miss Anderson! You have to wake the Princess!" the grumpy voice of the Martha yelled at her.
Amy hid a frown and stacked the broom she was sweeping the floor with over with the other cleaning utensils. She fixed her black maid dress in order to appear neat before England's only princess, Lady Mina Taylor.
"Dreams are meant for dreaming..." she sighed but smiled anyways because she knew that other orphans lived a life much more harsh then hers. She was the Princess' royal maid. The other commoner girls would give anything to see the pretty and outgoing Lady Mina. She was a beautiful girl with hair the colour of gold cascading down to her thighs. Her features were delicate and harmonious with large cerulean blue eyes that made the coldest hearts melt with empathy.
Amy entered Mina's chamber. It was extremely large compared to the maids' quarters that she spent her time in. The walls were painted a baby pink colour and a huge king sized bed occupied the middle of the room, draped with transparent curtains. The rest of the room was occupied with her many toys and closets full of the finest clothes in fashion.
"Princess, you must waken," Amy ushered, shaking the sleeping blonde gently. Mina muttered a few words incoherently and shook her arm off, turning on her side and draping the bed duvet over her head. Amy crossed her arms and shook her head. This was the same routine as other mornings. How she felt bored of her life.
"Lady Mina! Dawn has ended half an hour ago! You must wake up and get ready for your birthday!" the blue haired girl exclaimed, pulling the pink duvet with extreme force. At the mention of her birthday, Mina jolted out of bed, screaming in joy and draping her arms around the shorter girl.
"Amy! I have turned eighteen years of age! The era of a child has ended now and adulthood will commence for me!" she yelled happily. Amy grinned and returned the hug before ushering Mina over to the dressing stands.
"Hurry now, my Lady. You're parent's have already been acquainted with the matchmakers," she said, helping the Princess change out of her nightgown. Mina gasped when Amy pulled the seams of her corset, making her already fine waist even thinner before helping her into a shimmering orange ball-dress with frilly shoulder pads and a V-neckline well below her collarbones.
"I must say, Amy. I did not deem that the matchmakers would arrive here so early in this autumn morning. Oh how unthoughtful of my parents to have requested for them without my permission," Mina muttered, pulling on a pair of long matching gloves. Amy fixed her favourite red ribbon into her hair.
"Do not think of it as a negative action, my Lady. I am sure their Royal Majesties have done all actions on good intention," Amy reassured. She stopped applying Mina's face powder when she noticed tears brewing in the blonde's large eyes.
"Good intentions? I believe that you have knowledge of why my father truly wishes for a fine marriage. It is not so much to create an alliance with our neighbouring royal families but more so for the wealth of the other families," she said, her voice breaking. In moments, Mina was crying in Amy's arms. The shorter girl tapped the Princess' back. For months, Mina was scared about getting married to a prince because she was afraid of leaving England. The role of a Princess was to stay pretty, obtain strong allies by marrying a prince of a wealthy country and give some of that wealth (or most of it) back to her family.
"I apologise, my Lady but I am a lowly maid and if I do give you my thoughts on these matters, I might risk getting executed under the guillotine," Amy whispered frankly. It was true. The only people allowed to give the Royalty suggestions was...Well, royals themselves.
"Sweet Amy, I wish you many happiness once I bid farewell to England," Mina sobbed. Amy felt her heart plummet. She never thought of what might happen once Mina left. What would become of her job? What would it feel like to never wake Princess Mina, her only friend, ever again?
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King Ambrose and Queen Rachel were chatting away with Europe's finest royal matchmakers, Countess Haruka and her partner, Countess Michiru. The royals did not like the relationship that went on between the women. However, their matchmaking were some the greatest ever done and therefore, the royals couldn't afford to lose them. Without their matchmaking, princesses from lower ranks would never get the chance to even view a prince who is in line to be a king.
"Now, you're daughter has a balanced personality, not too loud and neither too quiet, like the scales of Libra. Her ruling planet is Venus so a love marriage will be of great importance to her," Michiru explained in her mellifluous voice. Ambrose nodded all the while, though he was more busy looking into the bosom of the brunette matchmaker.
"This means that making a perfect match for your daughter will be quite hard," Haruka spoke up, flashing a glare at King Ambrose that made the promiscuous man stare at the table that separated him from the matchmaker instead.
"But we are in a hurry, we need a prince now!" Rachel spoke up, slamming her hand on the table to emphasise her desperation. Michiru looked through some cards.
"In that case, the stars suggest...The Duke of Yorkshire, Darien Chiba. However, he's one of the suitors of the Princess of Wales, your daughter's cousin, Serena" the woman said after a while. Ambrose groaned in frustration. His sister wanted the best for his niece, Serena, and she already found two suitors for that brat! Two very wealthy suitors that is...
"In that case, we will take heed of your advice..." Rachel sighed in defeat. She wanted a good prince for her daughter so being patient will be the only option.
Michiru and Haruka looked over more cards and almanacs. They discussed quietly amongst each other before looking back at the king and queen of England.
"I am getting three princes suitable from these readings," Michiru spoke up again. Ambrose and Rachel perked up in their chair at the mention of three princes. Three wealthy princes that is...They hit the jackpot!
"Well, time is of the essence, tell us their names now," Ambrose stated, eyes burning with avarice at the thought of all the riches he will get stored up in his treasure room.
"There is Prince Sapphire of France, younger brother of Prince Diamond. He may not be in line to the throne but France is a country of greed and betrayal. Prince Sapphire is quiet but kind-hearted and quite a charmer among ladies," Haruka said in her husky voice. Ambrose wanted to clap his hands in joy. Prince Diamond was another suitor to Princess Serena but his brother was a potential suitor for Mina!
"Then there is Prince Heero of Spain, an aloof man, arrogant and curt, he will possess some trouble for your daughter. However, your daughter's gentle personality may win over his heart in due time," Michiru explained after her partner. Rachel and Ambrose held each other's hands grinning crazily at one another. They hit two jackpots now. Prince Heero was the only son of King Fernando! He would definitely become king once that old haggard passes away! Mina will become queen of Spain, a great step for the Princess of England.
"Who is the third potential suitor?" Rachel questioned eagerly, the sunlight poured through the long oval windows behind her and bathed her hair in a golden glow.
"The third man is a one that loves life. He is a leader and a humble warrior that strives to bring peace amongst the nations. The third man that is a potential suitor for your daughter... is Emperor Quatre Raberba Winner, ruler of Arabia," Michiru finished.
"EMPEROR!" Ambrose gasped in a not-so-king-like way, toppling over in his chair and gripping his heart from the sudden revelation. He sprang up again, slamming his palms on the table and leaned over towards the matchmakers.
"EMPEROR!" he screamed again. Rachel slapped a hand on her forehead, clearly ashamed of His Majesty's lack of etiquette. She kicked his shin which forced him to sit back in his seat. He thanked the two matchmakers and was delighted that all three suitors were already on their way over to England.
Ambrose rubbed his hands together. He definitely found the pot of gold over that rainbow now! No matter what happened, he would have to force Mina to woo the Emperor of Arabia.
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Michiru and Haruka left hand in hand. Their Majesties had paid them alot of money simply to look through cards and almanacs.
"Do you think that we'd get executed for not telling them the fourth potential suitor?" Haruka asked her partner. Michiru smirked and shrugged her shoulders. She glanced at the tall blonde beside her.
"They don't need to know."
"It is quite sad indeed. They are looking for a rich prince," Haruka nodded.
"Yet their Princess will fall in love with a jester," Michiru snorted, showing no pity for the royals. She glanced at the many paintings along the corridor. Her eyes fell upon the portrait of a beautiful woman with long silvery hair held in odangos.
"This was their curse they received from Queen Serenity eighteen years ago. The curse is now taking it's toll. This is their punishment for their greed."
