Chapter 01 Flowering love
Quanktumspirit: "Hey guys. I am continuing this story from Dreams 00 since she has given up. I will try and stick to the story plot and mostly think the rest as my own. I don't own the first 5 chapters, but after that, I own the rest. Please review. I'm so sorry guy's but I had to change this chapter because I made all the Princesses the same age a few chapters further."
A light, fresh breeze trickled in through the ajar window, filling the grand Great Dining Hall with the warm and fresh scent of newly blooming flowers and the melting of the last of the snow remaining. There was a particularly harsh winter this year, and both the people and the nobility were grateful that it was finally over, and the beauty of young spring had finally shown its face.
"Man, it's already been thirty minutes! Where is he? And he scolds us for not being on time," Princess Buttercup scowled.
A young, youthful ravened girl, roughly twenty, the oldest of the lot, her hair carelessly thrown over her shoulders and caressing her upper back, complained as she gazed up at the great- grandfather clock hanging from the wall, the large pendulum swinging back and forth at a constant rate.
"I don't wish to be rude, but I am hungry. I wish Father would hurry up," Princess Bubbles said.
Another, twenty years old girl, with playful, soft blond hair, pulled into two burly pigtails on either side of her head, whispered, dropping her gaze with slight embarrassment. It didn't really take much to realize that she wasn't used to complaining so openly.
"If he doesn't arrive soon, we'll be having lunch, instead of breakfast," Princess Bunny scowled.
A girl who seemed just a few minutes younger than the ravened, spoke up, with her usual, blunt and candid tone, gently brush along a bang of long, chocolate brown hair out of her face.
"Now girls, I'm sure Father has a good reason for making us wait like this. Be patient," Princess Blossom ordered.
A 20-year-old girl with perfect, rigid posture and long, bright orange hair, lightly scolded the three girls, the blond sitting next to her, the ravened seated directly across from her, and the brunette next to the ravened, across from the blond.
As the quadruplet girls continued to wait for their extremely late father, the waiters and the young assistants of the kitchen all peeking through the cracked opened door, taking in the stunning beauty of their four princesses, each as beautiful and sophisticated as the last. They were all attracting suitors like honey attracts bees.
The orange vixen was named Blossom, and she was the second born of the quadruplet Utonium sisters, she was 20 years old. Her bright orange hair rivalled that of the setting sun, cascading all the way down to her lower legs, and her eyes were the rarest, most stunning light pink, similar to the powdered blush that adorned the faces of the noble ladies of the court. Her skin took on a lighter tone, seeing how she never favoured outdoor activities, her height was the normal average for a lady, 5'7, and her body frame was lithe and petite. Blossom was what most people would call a 'bookish princess.' The orange liked nothing more than to curl up by a cheerful roaring fire with a good book and a hot cup of tea. But, being the eldest of three other sisters, Blossom was extremely protective of her family and would be willing to go any distance for their sake. Her personal symbol in the court was the fierce lioness, motherly and tender to her cubs, while scary and fierce towards outsiders.
The brunette princess was named Bunny, and she was the third born quadruplet princesses of England, she was 20 years old. Her glossy chocolate brown hair, each strand of hair always as straight as an arrow, is always tied back in a ponytail with a lavender silk ribbon, and her eyes were a hypnotizing amethyst purple, which seems to glow and shimmer like the amethyst gems that nobility class wore as jewellery or embroidered on their clothing. Her skin was a smooth cream tone, accompanied by her unusually tall height of 5'8 ½ and her body was thin and delicate-looking. The brunette was someone who everyone, peasant or prince, respected. There wasn't a single person on the court that could even begin to match her in brains. She always kept a cool head upon her shoulders, and her brain was always two steps ahead of her opponent. Should any enemy begin snared within her trap, nothing and nobody could save them. She was represented by the proud panther, shrouded with mystery and darkness, and that was what made her beautiful.
The ravened girl was named Buttercup, and she was the first born so the oldest quadruplet princess of England, she was 20 years old and the most experienced. Her shiny black hair was as black as the raven's wing, carelessly tossed over her shoulder, caressing her upper back, and her eyes were a breathtaking emerald green, which seems to sparkle like the emeralds which were within the nation's vast, vast treasury. The ravened was the tallest than both her younger sister, up to a 5'9, her skin was sun-kissed, due to all the time she spent outside, and her body was lithe and delicate, which was something she hated, declaring that it meant that she looked weak. The ravened was the one woman that men were too afraid to approach. The fact alone that she could easily defeat any knight on her father's court was enough to keep any perverts away from her, as well as her sisters. Or at least keep their motives as discreet as they could. Her court representation was the mighty tiger, for her manly strength and courage. It was a rare decision because the tiger was usually reserved for men.
The blond young lady was named Bubbles, and she was the youngest so the last born quadruplet princesses of the nation, she was 20 years old. Her silky, pure blond hair was tied up in their usual pigtails on either side of her head, just barely brushing her shoulders and her eyes were an absolutely gorgeous sapphire blue, which seems to sparkles like the large sapphires encrusted in the Royal Crown and Throne. She was the shortest of the four sisters, going to a 5'5 ½, her skin a lovely pale tone and her body frame were lithe and delicate as a China porcelain doll. Bubbles attracted the most suitors, due to her angelic characteristics and her sweet-and-caring personality. That was exactly why her sisters were so protective of her, making sure to keep all the perverted suitors and admirers away from her. Her symbol of the court was the white stag, an animal which had been extinct for hundreds of years, for her breathtaking beauty and her doting personality.
Just then, the immense pair of wooden double doors slowly creaked open, and in stepped John Utonium, the king of the vast nation of England. He was a brilliant man, many admired him and looked up to him as an idol. He possessed dark, iron-powder black hair, always neatly combed back, and just as black and piercing eyes. His current reign was probably going to be marked as the 'Golden Era' for the future generations of England. The government was satisfied, the commoners were well-fed and happy and the nobles were rich and loyal.
John smiled as he spotted his four daughters, 'They all inherited a fragment of their mother's beauty.' Out loud, he spoke, his tone filled with its usual tenderness.
"Good morning, my dears. I apologise for my tardiness. There was a small problem with the contract with India that I had to look into immediately," King John apologised to his daughters.
"All is forgiven, Father. We understand," Blossom said smiling at her father and curtsied.
The ravened chuckled as he sat down at the head of the table. He turned his head, facing to a tall, stoic-looking man dressed smartly in a black tailcoat.
"Karun, please have breakfast brought in. I'm sure that my angels are very hungry, having to wait for their late father," King John ordered.
"Of course, Your Majesty," The butler replied whiles bowing to his king.
He disappeared into the large double doors that lead into the large kitchen. Seconds later, waiters orderly filed out of the kitchen, each pushing a silver serving cart sporting at least two silver platters, covered with a silver lid. Each waiter stopped by the long dining table and placed down their platters of beautifully arranged food, then obediently filing back into the kitchen. After the waiters came maids, holding pitchers made of silver and porcelain, offering the royal family every morning drink introduced to England.
Blossom had Earl Grey tea, Bunny asked for Rosemary tea, Buttercup requested for freshly squeezed orange juice, Bubbles was poured creamy milk and John inquired for coffee, with sugar, milk and cream; the Royal usual. As the royals began to eat, the maids lined up by the wall, waiting for one of the princesses or the king to beckon for a refill. Gently whipping his mouth with a napkin, John turned towards the servants.
"I have much to discuss with my daughters. You are all dismissed," King John said pointing to the doors leading back to the kitchen.
The maids bowed and spoke together, "Yes, your Majesty."
They quietly filing into the kitchen, with the rest of the helping hands.
Princess Bubbles looked towards her father worried, "Father? Is something bothering you?"
The ravened king chuckled, his youngest daughter was always so caring.
"No, my dear Bubbles, nothing of the sort, I assure you," King John said trying to calm his youngest daughter.
Pausing to take a sip of his coffee. He then looked up at all of his daughters.
"My daughters, I was discussing several matters with my council just the other day, and a topic concerning you girls came up," King John started his discussion.
"Oh? What about?" Princess Bunny asked interestedly.
"Please don't tell me that one of those old geezers told you to try to get me and Bunny to stop fencing or something like that. Remember what happened last time?" Princess Buttercup asked with a threatening tone in her voice.
John shuttered at the very thought of what happened when he banned his two daughters from fencing or any type of rough-housing. Who knew those young girls could be as moody as pregnant women when they didn't get what they want? He still bore several scars that reminded him daily to never attempt such a thing again. He might not survive another round of such drama.
"Please don't worry about it, Buttercup, I would never try such a thing again. Believe me, I learned my lesson the first time," King John said holding his hand.
"Anyway, as you girls know all too well, you are beginning to attract admirers and suitors alike, with your angelic and stunning beauty. There are men out there who are more than willing to abandon their morals in order to obtain girls like yourselves, with such exotic beauty. Both I and the High Council would feel more at ease if all four of you adopted knights, for your own safety and welfare," King John explained.
A blanket of silence settles down upon the Great Hall as the girls processed what their father had just told them.
"Father, I don't believe that promoting knights would be necessary. Both Buttercup and I are able to knock down any of the knights on the court. We are more than capable of-" Princess Bunny tried to explain.
She was interrupted by her father, who silenced her with a raised hand.
"Bunny, I understand your reasoning, but even you wouldn't be able to take on an ambush. Please, girls?" John pleaded his daughters.
The four glanced at each other, uncertain to what to answer. They could never deny their dear father anything, but having knights standing by them all day and night would be a too much of a hassle.
"Dad, I really don't need or want a knight. They can get so... annoying," Buttercup tried to change her fathers' mind.
"Father, I understand why Blossom and Bubbles would require a knight, but Buttercup and I..." Bunny tried to change his mind.
"Girls, don't argue with me. I am only keeping your best interest in mind," King John said getting a slight head ack.
His face transformed into stressed, tired and drained. Light bags became visible under his eyes and his face seemed to age considerably. When their father wore that expression, the girls didn't stand a chance of refusal.
"Very well, Father. We'll all chose a knight to keep us out of harm's way," Blossom made the decision for her sisters.
The raven-haired king's face brightened up again, clapping his hands together joyously.
"Excellent. I shall have all the candidates I deem worthy file into the Throne Room after lunch tomorrow. And you four shall take your pick. Now that that matter is settled, let us enjoy breakfast," King John said in a lot happier mood than before.
The rest of the meal was made and finished in silence. After the meal, the Princesses pulled back into their rooms.
"What the hell? Why does Dad want to force knights on us? I mean, we could easily take on any perverts who come our way, so why does he think that we need knights?" Buttercup screamed.
Buttercup ranted as she paced through one of the many Drawing rooms within the palace. They had just finished breakfast and excused themselves until their lessons began later in the morning.
"Now, now Buttercup, please calm down. Having a knight isn't all that bad," Bubbles tried to reason with her sister.
The ravened threw a scorching glare at her younger sister, who shrunk back. Blossom, who was standing by the large, tall window, arranging a case-full of red roses, spoke up.
"Buttercup, Father's decision was final. There is nothing we can do about it," Blossom argued with her older sister.
"Father would have to reconsider, should these knights be proven unworthy to protect us," Bunny grinned finding a flaw in her fathers' plan.
A dastardly smirk crept onto her beautiful face.
"Seeing as how Buttercup and I could probably destroy our knights in mere seconds..." Bunny chuckled darkly.
Buttercup grinned widely.
"That means that we won't have to put up with annoying boys who make lame excuses of knights," Buttercup said excitedly.
"Exactly," Bunny said confirming she was thinking the same as her sister.
Bunny then turned towards Blossom and Bubbles who looked at their sisters a bit worried.
"You two could use the knights. Especially you, Bubbles," Bunny said motioning to her youngest sister.
The soft blond cast her gaze downwards, she was a bit ashamed that she couldn't fight so well as her other sisters.
"I know. I want to learn how to fence, but..." Bubbles tried to explain herself.
Blossom smiled, gently patting her younger sister's shoulder.
"Don't fret over it, Bubbles. We'll make sure that your knight is the most skilled and gallant of them all," Blossom said putting a bit of confidence in her sister.
Bubbles glanced up at her other two sisters, who gave her that same, reassuring smile, and smiled brilliantly.
"Thank you girls," Bubbles said with a smile on her face again.
Buttercup laughed, giving her younger sister a tight hug.
"No problem. What are sisters for, if they couldn't do this much at least?" Buttercup asked smiling.
Bubbles simply giggled as Bunny and Blossom chuckled at their ravened sister.
Quankumspirit: "I don't own this chapter. It is still Dreams 00 chapter. But please review."