What if once upon a time stories existed? Skye Harrington, a prince, living a luxurious life with his mother, father, and his twin sister. His sister, Skylar, a princess, and him, Skye, both at the age when they need to find a husband/wife. Skye immediately falls for a lovely lady named Jill Augustine, while Skylar, his sister, falls for a wanted criminal, Vaughn Merrick. Skylar's father tries to force her to marry another rich man by the name of William Regison III. Will Skylar and Vaughn's love last, or will they be torn apart? Will be told in Skylar and Skye's POV
I don't own Harvest Moon or the characters, I only own Skylar, who is my OC.(Pic of her at the next Author's Note)
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Skylar's POV:
My brother and I were always mixed up. My hair was cut shorter than his so I was often mistaken for a boy and Skye as a girl when were kids. Skye always refused to cut his, which dad thought was a disgrace. Skye and I were never separated, we looked out for each other through thick and thin. We never fought or misbehaved. Many people would call us MarySue's but that's we were raised to be obedient and polite.
"Good morning Lady Skylar." The two maids, who always made my bed and brought me breakfast, curtsied.
"Good morning, Tina and Claire." I curtsied as well. "I'll be changing in the bathroom if you need me." I grabbed my everyday red dress, and walked to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror, I was only dressed in a white nightgown that ended halfway at my thighs. I quickly dressed myself in the red dress and walked out.
The maids were already gone and had left me a slice of toast on a plate and a glass of orange juice. I took my time eating since I wouldn't be allowed to take another bite of food until noon, when it would be lunch. Mother would always worry about my brother and my weight. She would never let me weigh anymore than 120 pounds. Skye wasn't allowed to weigh more than 140 pounds, the only type of pounds he could put on would be muscle pounds.
I walked out of my room, locked the door, and started down the hallway. It was always only here. Mother never lets us go outside of the mansion, unless we were being led out by guards, which made people scared of us. The size of the guards were anywhere from 5'9 being the shortest, and 6'5 being the tallest. All were well built and heavily armed.
"I see you are awake Skylar." Father looked from over his newspaper. "Skye is waiting outside in the courtyard for you. He said something about talking a walk with you."
"Thank you, Father." I curtsied, and walked out. On my way out, I was greeted by maids, butlers, chefs and a few guards.
Skye was seated on a bench, under our favorite tree. When we were kids, we would always play hide and seek around the tree, we would run around in casual clothes, which consisted of him wearing a white dress shirt which was tucked into his black slacks. My casual consisted of a black dress and matching black flats.
"Skylar, you took forever." Skye commented, as he ran a pale hand through his silver hair.
"I'm sorry, what did you want to talk about?" Skye was about the only person I didn't have to be so formal around. I could talk to him like a normal non-royal person could talk to a friend.
"Father just told me that it's about time we find spouses. He's going to hold some ball tonight where all the royal blooded sons and daughters of faraway palaces will come and we will be free to select upon any of them to take our hand in marriage." Skye said, smiling.
"We won't be allowed to marry any of the villagers?" I asked.
"Heaven's no, our parents don't want to ruin our line of royal blood with some peasant." Skye said, placing an arm around my shoulder. "It's sad, I have had my eye on this girl, Chelsea, too bad she isn't royalty. I would have certainly chosen her to be my bride if she was. Skylar, do you have anyone in mind?"
I thought about it for a bit, I never was really into boys. I always thought they were dirty little slime balls. Not Skye though, he was different. When I was about 3 or 4, my favorite guard, Owen, a red-haired, well built guard, would always take me out for a walk around the small town where I would always see boys running around, playing in mud and wearing disgusting looking clothes. Owen had to carry me because I refused to walk on the dirt paths.
"No, not really, I'll have to wait and see who's there. What would happen if I don't find anyone there I like?" I asked Skye.
"Father would probably arrange a marriage between you and the richest man he can find." Skye explained.
"Hey, Skye, what about you, do you have anyone in mind?" I asked, teasingly nudging him.
"Now that you bring that up, I do in fact know someone I will hopefully be marrying. Do you perhaps remember Jillian Augustine from Forget-Me-Not Valley Palace. The owners of the Villa there sold the mansion to Jill and she transformed the valley into a beautiful area."
"Miss Skylar, your father sent me to tell you that he is waiting to talk to you in his study." One of the butlers bowed and left without another word. Which left me to explain to you why I hate out butlers, they are such self-centered, cocky, arrogant grown men.
"I'll see you later then Skye." I waved and left. No curtsy there.
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"Skylar, please sit." My father gestured for me to sit on one of the comfortable chairs. "Skylar, we need to discus a serious issue. Have you seen the news lately about a criminal coming around our Archipelago?"
"No Father, I've been busy." I answered politely.
"Well then, you might want to watch this news report about the criminal." Father grabbed the television remote and played a recorded clip from earlier today. The newscast revolved around the idea of the recent criminal robbing the villagers.
"He stole my valuable ring! My husband spent nearly 30,000G on it!"
"Do you have any idea how he looked like?"
"He had this silver colored hair and purple eyes. He had a pale skin color, and he was tall, about 6'1?"
"Did you see him or hear him say anything?"
"Yes, he left a note saying he would rob the Harrington Palace tonight!"
Father ended the clip after that part. "As you see Skylar, we are afraid he might come and steal some of our finest jewelry tonight. We have assigned guards at every door. I expect you to be very careful tonight. I won't assign guards to watch over you because I trust you are old enough to watch after yourself, as is Skye." Father waved a hand dismissively and let me walk out without much formality.
I looked at the huge clock we had hanging in the foyer. 5:25. I had exactly 35 minutes to shower and get dresses into better clothing.
Quickly walking down the hallways to my room, I unlocked my bedroom door and went into my bathroom.
I let the warm water relax my tense bones. I turned the knob and walked out of the shower and put on my robe. My hair was easy to maintain. Whenever I showered, I just had to dry my hair with a towel and blow dry for a few minutes, and then just comb the tangles out.
I did my hair and pull on a white, strapless, mermaid-fit gown. I attached a green headband that matched my sea green eyes.
"Skylar, are you ready?" Skye called form outside of my room.
"Yeah!" I called back. I checked myself in the mirror before stepping out of my room.
"Might I say, you look stunning." Skye smiled.
"You can drop the formality when your around me." I smiled. He offered his hand, which I gladly took.
"Thanks, my face hurts from smiling all the time." He rubbed his cheeks. "I want to get this night over with, get married to my beloved Jill in a month and leave this archipelago."
"So you plan on leaving me here?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. We've never been apart, and he was my other whole. It would be a living hell for me without him.
"Hell no! I'm not leaving my precious twin behind for anything. Father has already finished the construction of a mansion on Mineral Town for both of us. Apparently he knows we can't live with out each other." Skye chuckled.
"Here we are." I murmured under my breath. Two oversized doors separated me and my future husband.
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Skye's POV
I opened the doors where many lovely ladies were mingling with other guests. "I guess we'll go our separate ways for now." I whispered to Skylar. I loved my little sister more than anything in the world. She was the only reason I stayed at my parent's home until the age of 19.
"Bye!" Skylar waved off and disappeared in the crowd of boys and girls. I looked around the guests for Jill but unfortunately she hadn't arrived yet.
"Hello Prince Harrington." A beautiful young lady with black hair, wearing a red kimono, spoke.
"Good evening Lady, Lily." She curtsied and I bowed. "May I have this dance?" I asked as a slow song came on.
"Yes you may." We danced and talked. It went on like this for the rest of the night for me. Jill never arrived.
"Skye, have you made your decision?" My father asked.
"Yes, father, but she isn't here."
"Whom, is she?" My father asked in his strong British accent.
"Lady Jillian Augustine." I stated clearly. My father raised and eyebrow.
"Are you sure that is whom you wish to spend the rest of your like with?" My father asked.
"Yes, I want to ask her hand in marriage."
"Very well then," He cleared his throat. "I'll announce to the crowd that the ladies may go home and the prince has chosen a bride." My father walked to the stage and announced the name of my bride-to-be.
The girls either started crying or left with a blank expression on their face. The last thing I remember seeing was Skylar run out of the ball room with her makeup running.
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Tears were running down my face, making my makeup run. I hate it. Stupid ass boys tried to take advantage of me. One guy named mark touched my butt while another guy, Denny I believe, tried to force me out of the ballroom and into the hallway to take my virginity away.
I opened the door to my room and walked in. The room was dark and I didn't feel like turning on the light. I sat on my bed wiping away stray tears.
"Don't scream." A hand covered my mouth. Being stunned, I couldn't respond in anyway. "Good girl. Stand up." I did as told. "Good." The person, whom I assumed to be a man from the deepness of the voice, he tied a piece of cloth around my mouth to keep me form talking. "If you be a good girl and don't scream, maybe I won't hurt you." A black bandana covered his nose and mouth, leaving his amazingly beautiful violet eyes for everyone to see. He picked me up bridal style and opened the window.
I looked down at the huge drop from my bedroom to the ground. A three story drop…how dangerous could this be? "Hold on." He muttered before taking the jump. Surprisingly, he had landed on his feet gracefully.
I tried to remember what the newscast had said about his name…Valerie? Van? Vaults? Vaughn? Yes! Vaughn was his name.
"Shit, this place is covered with guards." Vaughn muttered. He climbed up a fence that divided the palace from everything else on the archipelago. Quickly, he climbed down and started running out. None of the guards seemed to notice though, which surprised me since it everything was illuminated by streetlamps. The last thing I remember was something banging against my head.
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Author's Note: I just had an urge last night to write something that had to do with fantasy. Like Princesses, princes, knights, thieves etc… And this story popped into my head. My avatar on another website (TinierMe) is just how Skylar looks like. Don't mind the outfit and the vale…or the teddy bear. She looks like a girl version of Skye but with shorter hair.
http:// tinypic . com/r/11mf34i/6