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Rule #1 to being a princess: Never fall for your father's worst enemy. Especially not if your father is the King of Grace. No, not the adjective. My father is as graceful as a suckling pig. As in Grace, the county. The Grace Isles are the richest in the world in jewels and metals.
And, like every other mineral rich country, the Grace Isles have bandits.
As a princess, it is your duty to disapprove vehemently against the vermin outlaws. Well, I'm not a good princess. I failed the first rule in the book of royalty. I fell for the most outlawed outlaw of them all.
It's a long story, but it wasn't completely my fault...
Anyway, I'm the youngest in the royal family. I've got four older sisters. Four! And they're all perfectly identical, and yes, they are quadruplets., with golden hair, pale, flawless skin and doe like innocent brown eyes. They're probably the only royal quads in the whole of the Emerald Ocean, which is not a good thing.
Princess Lilly, Princess Rose, Princess Tulip and Princess Camellia. The cream of the croup...
The worst thing was that they were all perfect. Beautiful, graceful and as intellectual as mules. See, perfect princess material. The deal is, with princesses, they must, or at the very least, should, be seen and not heard. It makes the King's job easier if he doesn't have to worry about rebellious daughters.
Unfortunately for the King, he had a fifth daughter. Me. Princess Rhiannion, at your service. The oddball of the otherwise illustrious family, with bright red hair, freckly skin, and reddish brown eyes in contrast tot the pale maidenly faces and golden hair of the other four.
I'm rebellious, pert, stubborn and annoying. And I'm smart, because I know I'm smart, which makes me sound conceited, but I am a bit conceited. See, a lot of conceited people are completely unaware that they're conceited, which really makes them more conceited.
Okay, now I'm just raving. See, I told you I'm annoying.
Back to the facts. I'm sixteen, and my sisters are eighteen. The problem is, with the hierarchy system of most countries, the eldest gets the throne, and with twins or triplets, or quads, the first born. But nobody knows which one of the quads was born first. So, the King is trying to figure out who will inherit the throne, with his advisors panicking.
It's quite funny really, now that you think about it.
The commoners were panicking as well, because they wanted a heir to the throne, and fast. Insecurity always sooner or later morphs into panic, which turns into riots, which eventually leads to action...
And now, you know how I ended up meeting Rouge, the villain who stole my entire heart and soul...
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A/N this is just something I did out of boredom... I might continue it, but probably not. Sort of one shot. We'll see
Rule #1 to being a princess: Never fall for your father's worst enemy. Especially not if your father is the King of Grace. No, not the adjective. My father is as graceful as a suckling pig. As in Grace, the county. The Grace Isles are the richest in the world in jewels and metals.
And, like every other mineral rich country, the Grace Isles have bandits.
As a princess, it is your duty to disapprove vehemently against the vermin outlaws. Well, I'm not a good princess. I failed the first rule in the book of royalty. I fell for the most outlawed outlaw of them all.
It's a long story, but it wasn't completely my fault...
Anyway, I'm the youngest in the royal family. I've got four older sisters. Four! And they're all perfectly identical, and yes, they are quadruplets., with golden hair, pale, flawless skin and doe like innocent brown eyes. They're probably the only royal quads in the whole of the Emerald Ocean, which is not a good thing.
Princess Lilly, Princess Rose, Princess Tulip and Princess Camellia. The cream of the croup...
The worst thing was that they were all perfect. Beautiful, graceful and as intellectual as mules. See, perfect princess material. The deal is, with princesses, they must, or at the very least, should, be seen and not heard. It makes the King's job easier if he doesn't have to worry about rebellious daughters.
Unfortunately for the King, he had a fifth daughter. Me. Princess Rhiannion, at your service. The oddball of the otherwise illustrious family, with bright red hair, freckly skin, and reddish brown eyes in contrast tot the pale maidenly faces and golden hair of the other four.
I'm rebellious, pert, stubborn and annoying. And I'm smart, because I know I'm smart, which makes me sound conceited, but I am a bit conceited. See, a lot of conceited people are completely unaware that they're conceited, which really makes them more conceited.
Okay, now I'm just raving. See, I told you I'm annoying.
Back to the facts. I'm sixteen, and my sisters are eighteen. The problem is, with the hierarchy system of most countries, the eldest gets the throne, and with twins or triplets, or quads, the first born. But nobody knows which one of the quads was born first. So, the King is trying to figure out who will inherit the throne, with his advisors panicking.
It's quite funny really, now that you think about it.
The commoners were panicking as well, because they wanted a heir to the throne, and fast. Insecurity always sooner or later morphs into panic, which turns into riots, which eventually leads to action...
And now, you know how I ended up meeting Rouge, the villain who stole my entire heart and soul...
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A/N this is just something I did out of boredom... I might continue it, but probably not. Sort of one shot. We'll see