A/N: I have arisen from the dead! And I'm rewriting some of these chapters ;)
Hey, guys! Soooooo… here's my first Disney fanfic. It's about the children of the Disney princesses and their crazy journeys. If it sounds good, read it! If it sounds bad, read it anyways! So, without further ado, here's chapter one!
All around her was silent, and she could see nothing. The world was black. There was no ground, no sky, no sign of life. She was utterly alone, and that was, perhaps, the scariest thing. Suddenly, there was a voice. "Are you lost, child?" it cooed. She looked around, wide-eyed. The voice cackled. "Yes, you are lost. And alone. That is your worst fear, right? That you will be alone?" A thousand more insane voices began shouting things at her. Weak. Useless. Alone.
Gladice awoke with a start. She surveyed her large room with crystal blue eyes, breathing a sigh of relief when she spotted daylight shining through her silvery curtains. Stretching out her arms so wide her spine popped, she tugged her knees up to her chest. Why was it that this dream only occurred the nights before she was due to meet with the other royal children? A hand slid through her reddish brown hair, as she pondered the idea. But she came up with no explanation, and was not in a proper mood to dwell on such things. Lazily, she climbed out of bed.
The grandfather clock in the corner of her room chimed six times, and she scrunched up her nose. Gladice despised the thing- a rickety antique, given to her by her grandfather. Truthfully, she did not care for most of the things in her room, though she knew everything fit so well together. Most of it was given to her or just plain picked out by a snobby interior designer. The clock began to chime again, and she threw her pillow at it. "I hear you, you old clock! 'Come on, get up!' you say," she huffed. Crossing her arms, she called for a servant to help her prepare for the day. Today, she would once again see her very best friends. And Lance. Lance, who she hadn't seen since her sixteenth birthday nearly a month ago, was going to be there, sitting to her right, two seats down, just like he always did, with his dreamy blonde hair and sparkling purple irises and charming smile and... She giggled and began dancing around her room, excited for the day ahead of them.
The dawn was a welcome sight to Rosette, who was leaning over the railing of her balcony in her night dress. She sucked in a breath of fresh summer air and curled her lips into a smile. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock a moment before her sister burst into her room, causing her to stumble back inside off the balcony.
"Kandy? What in the world are you doing?" she asked her sister. Kandell giggled and stuck her tongue out.
"Bonjour to you, too, sis," the girl greeted. "Do I have to remind you that I was the one who designed your new dress? I want to see how it looks on you, duh." The petite brunette was already fixed up in her own pale green dress, adorned with a white sash, but her hair was just as messy as ever. Rose crossed her arms.
"Madame Wardrobe has not come with it, yet. Be patient." Just as the words left her mouth, there came three loud knocks at the door.
"Oh girls~!" sang a deep voice, and Rose barely had time to react before Kandell had rushed over and opened the door.
"Madame Wardrobe!" the twelve-year-old squealed. The royal dressmaker stepped into the room and gave both girls a big hug.
She spoke in a sing-song voice. "Mademoiselle Rosette, I have your dress ready." The hefty woman held up a garment bag in one hand. "Fabulous work on this, Mademoiselle Kandell." Kandy beamed and did a little curtsy for them. Laying the bag out on the bed, Madame Wardrobe unzipped it to revel a stunning blue dress decorated with golden lace and red rosettes. It was gorgeous.
"I love it," Rosette managed to say, through her stunned smile. Eyeing the girl, she saw her bouncing up and down excitedly. Rose rolled her eyes, and walked over to hold the door open. "Okay, go on, now. Shoo, so I can get ready." The girl's eyes drooped, but Kandell left the room without argument. "Alright then." It took about three tries and the help of Madame Wardrobe to pull on the snug bodice of the dress. The skirt flared out to her knees. All in all, it came together to accentuate her-ahem- curves. Not that she really minded. Evan's reaction was going to be hilarious, as it always was when she wore anything more revealing than usual. With a smile, she thanked Madame Wardrobe and flew down the hall to fix her hair and make-up.
Rei sat at the long table set up in the courtyard of Gladice's castle. Or rather, her parents' castle. He was one of the first few to arrive, which was not a bad thing in itself, except that he could smell the chefs preparing the food, and yet there was no food. He was starving, and he just wished everyone would hurry up and get there already. He had been coming to these things since he was seven. That was over half of his life. His sister, Kahyrat, didn't have to come. Why should he?
But he did not mind it so much as he had when he was little. This was where he had first met his best friend, Genevieve. Sure, it took a lot of effort to make her do anything fun, but it was sooo worth it when she did. He smirked as he devised a plan for what he would do when she got there. Maybe he would persuade her to sneak around the parts of the castle that were considered off limits. Or, better yet, sneak out of the castle grounds all together. "Ahem," came a small but stern voice behind him.
He grinned. "Oh hey Gen, I didn't expect to see you here!" he greeted sarcastically. The sound of her huffing made him imagine her annoyed expression.
"You're sitting in my seat, Rei." He put on an astonished expression and pretended to look closely at the name card in front of him.
"'Genevieve Fitzherbert'. Ah, so it is." The tan boy stood up and stretched his arms out. "So sorry, Miss. My mistake." He bowed, earning him a thwap on the head. "Ow! Hey!" Rubbing his head, he stood up straight again.
"Go on to your own seat, they're going to bring out the food soon," she commanded, just a hint of playfulness behind her tone. Rei laughed and extended his hand palm-up.
"Don't you want your bracelet back, first?" he teased when she grabbed it back from him. Tentatively, she pushed a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. Her hair was the most interesting thing about her, Rei thought. As it cascaded into two long braids, it turned from brown to golden blonde. And it had the ability to heal people.
"How do you do that without me knowing?!" Genevieve scrunched up her face and waved him away. "Explain it to me again, later." With one last grin, he complied and went to sit down at his own seat.
Later that day, Gladice tried to seem graceful in the uncomfortable heels her mother had forced her to where. Not that she had put up any fight, but in her head she was throwing a fit. No matter, she thought, It can't be that difficult. Rosette walks in heels all the time, so can I. She reached the doors that led to the garden and made sure she had her balance, before opening the door and striding over to the table. Gracefully, she took her seat at the head of the table, silently relieved to get off her feet. Everyone else was already seated. Boys on the left, girls on the right, and little Angelica down at the foot of the table. Angelica was the youngest of all of them, at only five years old. She had the same beautiful golden hair as Lance, and she was pretty certain that he had said they got it from their mother. Well, whoever they'd gotten it from, Gladice didn't mind. It only helped to emphasize his gorgeous sighed dreamily, catching Rosette's attention. "Gladi? What's going on in that head of yours?"
Her eyes left Lance and found Rose. "Hm? Oh, nothing in particular..." she answered wistfully. Rosette caught on and dawned a concerned expression.
"Okay, this crush of yours has gotten way out of hand. I mean, he treats you like a sister, and..." The brunette lifted her hazel eyes to catch Gladice's. "I just don't want you to get hurt, is all."
Gladice laughed and waved a hand in dismissal. "Come on, Rose. We have major chemistry, and you of all people should be able to see that, what with the way you've all but married Evan, over here." She pointed a finger at Evan, to her left, whose dark skin was now a bright red. Rose looked like she was about to argue, but then a bell chimed in the distance.
A stuffy looking chef led a line of other, less stuffy looking chefs into the courtyard. "Lunch is served, your Highnesses." A chef stopped beside each person at the table, placed a silver tray in front of them, and lifted the lids to reveal a unique dish for each of them. For Gladice, it was Ratatouille, and she did not hesitate to dig in.
Evan and Rosette were talking and laughing. Gladice smiled at them. "So, you two, when's the wedding?" she teased. Evan's emerald eyes widened, but Rosette acted as if she had not even heard Gladice.
"Well, we're not just boyfriend and girlfriend, you know. We're good friends with a lot of things to talk about. Don't tease us for flirting, Gladi." Gladice rolled her eyes, snorting.
"I haven't got a problem with flirting. Flirting is what I live for." The girl looked around. People were beginning to make their ways to the smaller of the two ballrooms in her castle, and she noticed that in her eating frenzy, Lance had gone off. Presumably to the ballroom as well. Brook was gone, too. She had barely talked to Brook during lunch, so she would have to fix that later.
Excusing herself from the table, she stumbled the first few steps toward the ballroom, finally leveling out once she got the hang of it. The room wasn't too crowded, as there were only about a dozen people in it. But there was no sign of Lance. Angelica was running around with Jon, Kandell, and Ivory. Gladice lifted her skirt and walked over to their group. "Hello, Angelica. Do you know where your brother went." The little girl just stared at her for a while.
Finally, Kandell spoke up. "He went down there." She pointed to the nearest corridor, and Gladice nodded, strutting over there. Along the way, she stopped at a mirror to fix her hair. Once she had walked far enough, she began hearing talking and giggling. An eyebrow quirked up, and she peeked around the corner. The sight before her made her face flush with anger.
Lance had gotten just gotten up from the table to see that Brook had followed him. He looked at her, beautiful as ever. Although she was self-conscious about the skin condition that made half her face light, half her face dark, it just made her seem even more lovely. But it wasn't her looks that made him like her so much. It was her. The way she blushed at any stray compliment. How she seemed so in tune with everything around her. Her shy little habits that he took the time to memorize. If only she would just let him tell the whole kingdom how he felt... but she had insisted that their courtship remain a secret for the time being.
"Hey," he greeted, slowing to a steady stroll beside the short girl. "What's up?" Brook bit her lip and tugged at her dark brown hair.
"Can we go somewhere... private, to talk?" she whispered tentatively. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Okay, sure." He looked around the ballroom, and he spotted a corridor to their right. "Over here." Lance took her hand and tugged her over, surprised that she didn't object to the motion. Soon, they were off in an empty hallway, staring at each other. He cleared his throat. Brook flinched.
"R-right, um...I've been thinking. I saw the way Gladice was staring at you today, and... maybe we shouldn't keep this a secret, anymore. I don't want to lead her on." Her brown eyes darted to the ground.
Lance blinked, and a smile grew on his face. "Yeah, sounds great!" She shushed him, and they both giggled quietly. After a moment of hesitation, Lance began to lean in, wrapping his arms around Brook's waist. His lips had barely brushed hers, when-
"Two-faced jerk!" She was yelling at Brook. Gladice had fire in her eyes and her hands balled into fists. Lance stepped in front of Brook, who was trembling as though she were about to cry. "How could you? You knew that I liked him!" That was it. Brook ran off, crying as she went.
"Brook, wait!" Lance called, darting after her. It took a moment for Gladice to realize the weight of her own words. Two-faced jerk... Brook's skin condition... She hadn't even remembered. Gladice buried her face in her hands. What had she done?
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