This is my first Fanfiction. It's actually based off a dream I had. Strange, I know.
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Princess Ariel awoke to the soft roll of the waves on the shore, as she did every morning. Something about this one was different, though. There was no strong chest to fan her thick red hair over, no strong hand to hold her own while she and the owner of said hand swam up through the thick layers of sleep clouding their minds, no warm body to snuggle up to under the sea green silk sheets and darker green comforter that her husband insisted accented her hair. In short, there was no Prince Eric. Where had he gotten off to?
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One Princess had gotten up in time to mend the crack of dawn. Princess Aurora had just come in from her morning stroll through the picturesque wood surrounding their palace when she discovered that Prince Phillip had risen early as well. This was slightly odd, since he was a late sleeper by nature. Still, she thought nothing of it until she saw that his clothes were still on the chair that the manservant had arranged them on, and aforementioned manservant was not aware Prince Phillip had arisen. Unless he had spontaneously decided to run around naked, something was amiss.
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Princess Belle arched her back under her heavy, royal blue velvet bedspread and gold silk sheets. She'd slept well, even with the odd dream about some man with long black curls abducting her husband. Shaking back her auburn locks, she arose and shrugged on a white silk robe. She was halfway through her morning routine when she noticed that her husband had not left her his usual letter. Since he had to rise early in the morning, he left her a note, generally filled with declarations of love, instead of waking her. He never forgot the letter! What had happened?
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In a beautiful, white palace far, far away, Princess Cinderella awoke from her pleasant slumber. She performed a movement that would be considered a roll if performed by a less dignified person, and set her feet on the floor. She peeked over her shoulder to steal a glance at her handsome Prince, sleeping beside her. That is to say, he should have been sleeping beside her. A small frown creased the Princess's perfect brow. Where was her husband?
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It was a hellishly hot morning in Agrabah, and Princess Jasmine knew, as she pushed her thin silk blanket down to her waist, that it would be an equally sweltering day. Maybe she would be able to coerce Prince Aladdin into finding a lake and going for a swim. With that in mind, the overheated Princess turned over to wake her husband; however, it seemed he was already awake, for his side of the bed was empty of everything but a groove in which he must have slept. This was unheard of! He always, always kissed her good morning; the only time he had ever failed to do this was when…well, we won't get into that, but it had been bad.
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The last castle to be visited is situated in the clouds, painted of pastel colors one can only hope Prince Charming himself did not pick. In the royal bedchamber, Princess Snow White was stirring, covering a dainty yawn with a petite hand. A glance at the window told her that further sleep was improbable. This knowledge obtained, she prepared to don her most cheerful demeanor to greet Prince Charming for the day. She turned, her very pores oozing happiness, and promptly deflated upon obtaining the knowledge that the one she loved was absent.
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A devious man in a red coat leaned on the rail of his ship's deck as he watched the six pictures before him. His long, black curls blew in the gentle breeze as he nodded to each of his twelve comrades. So far, everything was going perfectly.
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